I was once described by one of my critics as an aesthetic fascist.
The Scholars”Bald heads forgetful of their sins,Old, learned, respectable bald headsEdit and annotate the linesThat young men, tossing on their beds,Rhymed out in love’s despairTo flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.They’ll cough in the ink to the...
Anybody will do for you, but not for me. I must have somebody.
Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.
Being a critic is a terrific method for killing your love of art
This is what is known as perspective, and it is a swindle.
I am not stopping till my enemies become my friends.