It Is No Use Painting

I Am Talking About Societies Drained Of Their Essence, Cultures Trampled Underfoot, Institutions Undermined, Lands Confiscated, Religions Smashed, Magnificent Artistic Creations Destroyed, Extraordinary Possibilities Wiped Out.

Beware, My Body And My Soul, Beware Above All Of Crossing Your Arms And Assuming The Sterile Attitude Of The Spectator, For Life Is Not A Spectacle, A Sea Of Griefs Is Not A Proscenium, And A Man Who Wails Is Not A Dancing Bear.

The Weakness Of Most Men They Do Not Know How To Become A Stone Or Tree.

A Man Screaming Is Not A Dancing Bear. Life Is Not A Spectacle.

Poetic Knowledge Is Born In The Great Silence Of Scientific Knowledge.