The only art form that's worth a damn is when a man tries to offer up something out of himself, out of his own head, his own emotions, his own dreams, his own heart, his own guts—the rest is vomit-smeared cardboard; one dimensional; a made-up fraud.
—Kenneth Patchen (courtesy of D.R. Wagner/Meg Pokrass)
Many thanks to D.R. Wagner for providing us with such a fine repast this morning!