“i am with the roots of flowers entwined, entombed sending up my passionate blossoms as a flight of rockets and argument; wine churls my throat, above me feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky clutching photographs of the planets, but i seek only music and the leisure of my pain” Charles Bukowski [...]
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“Art is not to be taught in Academies. It is what one looks at, not what one listens to, that makes the artist. The real schools should be the streets.” – Oscar Wilde “Why shouldn’t things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.” [...]
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