What is a modern Poet’s fate? To write his thoughts upon a slate;— The Critic spits on what is done,— Gives it a wipe,—and all is gone.
“I see the future as being abstract, geometric — the landscape of the moon seems to me be a good image of the future landscape for Earth.”
J. G. Ballard | Transatlantic Review, Spring 1971
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