Man’s love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And outstrips the swift stream’s paces.
Were this love well here displayed,
As flame flameth ‘neath thin jade
Love should glow through these my phrases.
“A lot of people, especially young people, have always felt that intuition to refuse. Most of that impulse has been managed as ‘art movements,’ so you have the surrealists, the modernists, the beats, hippies, punks, slackers, etc. These are in general people who feel like, Jesus, anything is better, even self-destruction is preferable to simply finding my place in such a sterile world.”
Curtis White