Wheresoe’er I turn my view,
All is strange, yet nothing new;
Endless labour all along,
Endless labour to be wrong;
Phrase that Time has flung away,
Uncouth words in disarray:
Trickt in antique ruff and bonnet,
Ode and elegy and sonnet.
“As many a second film has proven, the discoveries embodied in novel or innovative subjects are soon exhausted and used up; the discovery of new styles and forms of expression represents the discovery of a new way of feeling and seeing, the discovery of a whole universe of possible contents that can never be exhausted.”
Raymond Carney | American Dreaming