Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary >>
Art is uncompromising and life is full of compromises. >>
The human head is bigger than the globe. It conceives itself as contai >>
We are at heart so profoundly anarchistic that the only form of state >>
I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How t >>
Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human st >>
I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another... of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next... of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.