The Past Is The One Thing We

Compassion Has No Place In The Natural Order Of The World Which Operates On The Basis Of Necessity. Compassion Opposes This Order And Is Therefore Best Thought Of As Being In Some Way Supernatural.

Whenever The Intensity Of Looking Reaches A Certain Degree, One Becomes Aware Of An Equally Intense Energy Coming Towards One Through The Appearance Of Whatever It Is One Is Scrutinizing.

Drawing Is A Way Of Coming Upon The Connection Between Things, Just Like Metaphor In Poetry Reconnects What Has Become Separated.

To Live And Die Amongst Foreigners May Seem Less Absurd Than To Live Persecuted Or Tortured By One's Fellow Countrymen.... But Toemigrate Is Always To Dismantle The Centre Of The World, And So To Move Into A Lost, Disoriented One Of Fragments.

I Can't Tell You What Art Does And How It Does It, But I Know That Often Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. Art, When It Functions Like This, Becomes A Meeting-place Of The Invisible, The Irreducible, The Enduring, Guts, And Honor.