Witches and poets co-embrace like fate,
Reputed base, bare, poor, unfortunate.
In these respects I may myself intrude
Among the poets’ thickest multitude.
Here lies that poet, buried in the night,
Whose purse, men know it, was exceeding light.
“Everywhere, on the one hand, you find the world turning to film, and find that this is the social function of television, its primary function of control – whence your critical pessimism, despair even. You find, on the other hand, that film itself still has endless possibilities, and that this is the ultimate journey, now that all other journeys come down to seeing what’s on TV – whence your critical optimism.”
Gilles Deleuze