Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With

We Are What We Have Been Told About Ourselves. We Are The Sum Of The Messages We Have Received. The True Messages. The False Messages.

What An Artist Does, Is Fail. Any Reading Of The Literature, (i Mean The Literature Of Artistic Creation), However Summary, Will Persuade You Instantly That The Paradigmatic Artistic Experience Is That Of Failure. The Actualization Fails To Meet, Equal, The Intuition. There Is Something "out There" Which Cannot Be Brought "here". This Is Standard. I Don't Mean Bad Artists, I Mean Good Artists. There Is No Such Thing As A "successful Artist" (except, Of Course, In Worldly Terms).

Will You Be Wanting To Contest The Divorce?" I Asked Mrs. Davis. "i Should Think Not," She Said Calmly, "although I Suppose On Of Us Should, For The Fun Of The Thing. An Uncontested Divorce Always Seems To Me Contrary To The Spirit Of Divorce.

Instant Gratification Is Not As Good As That Gratification Which Comes Dripping Slow, Over The Sere Seasons.

Painters, Especially American Painters Since The Second World War, Have Been Much More Troubled, Beset By Formal Perplexity, Than American Writers. Theyve Been A Laboratory For Everybody.