There Is No Love That Is Not

One Must Have Tradition In Oneself, To Hate It Properly.

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.

Every Work Of Art Is An Uncommitted Crime.

The Dialectic Cannot Stop Short Before The Conceptsof Health And Sickness, Nor Indeed Before Their Siblings Reason And Unreason.

All Satire Is Blind To The Forces Liberated By Decay. Which Is Why Total Decay Has Absorbed The Forces Of Satire.