artistry

And I Said To My Soul, Be LoudMadden me back to an afternoonI carry in menot like a woundbut like a will against a woundGive me again enough manto be the childchoosing my own annihilationsTo make of this severed limba wand to conjurea weapon to shatterdark matter of the dirt daubers' nestsgalaxies of glassWhacking glintsbash-dancing on the cellar's fireI am the sound the sun would makeif the sun could make a soundand the gasp of rotstabbed from the compost's lumpen living deathis meO my life my war in a jarI shake you and shake youand may the best ant winFor I am come a whirlwind of wasted thingsand I will ride this tantrum back to Goduntil my fixed self, my fluorescent selfmy grief__ibbling, unbewildered, wall__o__all selfwithers in me like a salted slug

Our talents are living things, we give birth to them, nourish them till they grow and become immortal.

I have a transgressive spirit, and Pop is transgression's best friend.

A great magician is as divine as God and his stage is as majestic as the paradise.

As a general rule, in the world of magic, the most successful magician is the one who has enough patience to keep the secrets of his original magic effects.

The secret of good magic is another magic.

Magic is logic.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

What I say is misdirection, what you see is an illusion and what results is magic.

A magician with decreasing practice sessions will give defective performances.

If you are really bored with life, just meet a decent magician and have a close up magic show, he will restore inspiration in your life.

Sometimes for the spectators a great magic effect is worth a life__ experience.

A bad magician never gets the good props.

Divinity is accident of nature, magic is the work of an art.

No matter how many times audience has already applauded, the sound of their applause will get louder with the better quality of your magic effect.

The art wouldn__ complain if we leave her alone. Losing a touch with art, however, is losing a touch with our imagination.

Only after a writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature. In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced workers said, "It is the trade entering his body." The art must enter the body, too.

One is either an artist or one is not. It is not something one becomes. It is something that one is from birth. We do not study to be artists. We study to become more proficient. To understand more.