Go live, win and lose, smash your hands against hysterical constellations, your head against phases of the moon, and your heart against another heart. Find the leisure to contemplate the results. You will discover the human condition. Foolish people who say that they seek reality don’t know what they are saying. For them, the worldly,…

“Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. The further one goes, the more private, the more personal, the more singular an experience becomes, and the thing one is making is, finally,…

 Patty Paine Dogs It’s said dogs don’t think they’re human; they believe us to be dogs. What odd dogs we must seem. So clean and clothed. What dog would want our upright concerns, the responsibility of thumbs, burden of metaphor? They lunge into every morning, whirl my feet, until I take them to the park,…