We Don't Forget, But Something Vacant Settles

What I Claim Is To Live To The Full The Contradiction Of My Time, Which May Well Make Sarcasm The Condition Of Truth.

Le Toucher Est Le Plus De Mystificateur De Tous Les Sens, A' La Diffe Rence De La Vue, Qui Est Le Plus Magique. Touch Is The Most Demystifying Of All Senses, Different From Sight Which Is The Most Magical.

Language Is Legislation, Speech Is Its Code. We Do Not See The Power Which Is In Speech Because We Forget That All Speech Is A Classification, And That All Classifications Are Oppressive.

The Haiku Reproduces The Designating Gesture Of The Child Pointing At Whatever It Is (the Haiku Shows No Partiality For The Subject), Merely Saying: That!

I Am Simultaneously And Contradictorily Both Happy And Unhappy: 'to Succeed' Or 'to Fail' Have For Me Only Ephemeral, Contingent Meanings (this Does Not Stop My Desires And Sorrows From Being Violent Ones); What Impels Me, Secretly And Obstinately, Is Not Tactical: I Accept And I Affirm, Irrespective Of The True And The False, Of Success And Failure; I Am Withdrawn From All Finality, I Live According To Chance.