burns-worms

Through and through the inspired leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! resspect hsi lordship’s taste,
And spare his golden bindings.

Thought:

“

This monster called beauty is not eternal. We know that our breath had no beginning and will never stop, but we can, above all, conceive of the world’s creation and its end.

“

Guillaume Apollinaire | Les peintres cubistes

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