...the character of the age, distilled into the 140-character aphorism, explodes the character of the here-and-now...

...bus passes going the wrong way—seven times I saw this same sinister bus! Let him who smiles at my inquietude know: Baudelaire got it...

...Art in none of its works is concerned with man's response. No poem is intended for the reader, no toot for the follower...

...subsume the eliminated element in the term "latte": what withers in the mechanical reproduction is the latte of the work of coffee...