One Is Either Judge Or

The Composer Opens The Cage Door For Arithmetic, The Draftsman Gives Geometry Its Freedom.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

It Is Difficult To Live Without Opium After Having Known It Because It Is Difficult, After Knowing Opium, To Take Earth Seriously. And Unless One Is A Saint, It Is Difficult To Live Without Taking Earth Seriously.