Your Mind And You Are Our Sargasso

The Modern Artist Must Live By Craft And Violence. His Gods Are Violent Gods. Those Artists, So Called, Whose Work Does Not Show This Strife, Are Uninteresting.

A Man Of Genius Has A Right To Any Mode Of Expression.

I Dunno What My 23 Infantile Years In America Signify. I Left As Soon As Motion Was Autarchic -- I Mean My Motion.

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.