And what is the disease of inertia, the heavy hand of regulation, the tyranny of patriarchy, the oppression of capitalism, the resistance of hierarchy but a revolt against the transgressions of our own sanctimonious and ungenerous will? We render the world that is chronicled by our prejudice. We manifest what we suspect. What we despise …
I don’t care that my work is good. I care that it is correct. There is a form buried in the substratum, a perfect expression to be unearthed, not true but absolutely perfect in it’s articulation and discoloration. It is the job of the artist to unearth this precisely, not to determine what it is, but …
Give me the freedom of non-identifaction. In some small way to step outside the panopticon, to denormalize, to see God with the same eye that God sees us. And what is citizenship but a kind of slavery? What price do we pay for the protection of our identities? Give me the freedom of life on …
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth …