I write & have always written for one reason & one
reason only: not to be at the mercy of my feelings.
To pretend this is a way of manufacturing unique
artifacts for public consumption, is a stupidity i am
often guilty of.

"...the whole of Albertus's considerable output was
intended by the author to be a commentary on
Aristotle..." --Best & Brightman (eds.), intro to
Albertus Magnus's The Boke of Secretes
(16c tr), 1973

My allergies make me a mandarin.

The riddler, not the Riddle, yields; a dawnflush to
the gray marble sings like life.

The place ideas about art come from, is not where
the art does.

The only thing long experience does to a true
artist, is turn irrational insecurity into rational
humility. Failure isn't any farther away, it just
has a changed countenance.

Many more people are literate than are capable
of telling good writing from bad.

Art & careerism are like human-powered airplanes
& commercial jetliners--they hardly even share
the same sky.

Is there any trick but patience?

"I consider ego something to be starved into
submission," i was saying to someone the other
day; but i said it with pride of tyranny in my
voice.

To put up with picayune effects from good intentions
is admitting a symbolic victory is better than none.
But a symbolic victory could have been had even
without those efforts. Truth is sacrificed in
order not to believe in magic.

" 'We must be clear that, when it comes to atoms,
language can be used only as in poetry...' " Bohr
quoted in Heisenberg's Physics and Beyond