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An Art Machine Is A System Whose Parts When Put In Motion Act Upon Each Other In Such A Way As To Cause You To See Things Differently

The Sophists' Paradoxical Talk Pieces And Their Public Debates Were Entertainment In 5th Century Greece. And In That World, Socrates Was An Entertainer.

I Didn't Think About Whether I Was Writing Poems. I Was Thinking. And The More I Was Thinking, The More There Was I Didn't Understand.

A Myth Is The Name Of A Terrible Lie Told By A Smelly Little Brown Person To A Man In A White Suit With A Pair Of Binoculars.

I Hardly Remember How I Started To Write Poetry. It's Hard To Imagine What I Thought Poetry Could Do.