Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.
“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke
One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.
Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.
Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one
The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.
Three señoritas sit in the sun, phrasing its aesthetic rays.
El Greco! Goya! Velázquez!
I hold the imitation of color to be the greatest difficulty of art.
Strummed strings of melody
Thrumming in harmony
With the lyre of Hermes
Of these we sing
But the lover’s power is the poet’s power. He can make love from all the common strings with which this world is strung.
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” —Ernest Hemingway
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.
All good books have one thing in common – they are truer than if they had really happened.
“They teach you there’s a boundary line to music. But, man, there’s no boundary line to art.” —Charlie Parker
Hear the cosmic gas sighing
Dark chords bleeding together
Primal rhythms replying
Deep-down blues grieve forever
Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.