The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
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The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;
Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings,
And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.
“Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the “beginning was the word.””
Stan Brakhage