Beauty is a sudden manifestation of elements unexpected but entirely engaging that springs from a muddled ordinariness. In the work of Goya beauty is sometimes a lush display of ugliness.
My mind is a flame inside a sodden lump of clay Which grows red hot and vitrifies, Fuse and cools, Then shatters, Leaving only a faint glimmer of light.
More noise, more cars, more streets, more parking lots, more highways, more traffic, more uglitecture, more gizmos, more games, more trinkets, more toys, more movies, more computers, more phones, more medicine, more soda, more chips, more people, conglomerate toward the … Continue reading
To no longer being jerked around by every desire, hope, irritation, Is a state most longingly to be achieved.
Our statesman, a power hungry, hypocritical glory hound, the lickspittle of the rich, a courtier to the masses who will change his politics in a moment for his own advantage.