Of The World As It Exists, It

Technology Is Making Gestures Precise And Brutal, And With Them Men.

It Is Not The Office Of Art To Spotlight Alternatives, But To Resist By Its Form Alone The Course Of The World, Which Permanently Puts A Pistol To Men's Heads.

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.

Art Is Magic Delivered From The Lie Of Being Truth.

The Empirical Usability Of The Sacred Ceremonial Words Makes Both The Speaker And Listener Believe In Their Corporeal Presence.