I’m not a bit changed – not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out. The real me – back here – is just the same.
Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.
The sacred, I shall say, is that which acts as your partner in the search for the highest and deepest things: the real, the true, the good, and the beautiful. The name I’d like to give to the kind of relationship that gives us a chance to find such things is a ‘circle of meaning.’
The modern Little Red Riding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.
Advertising is the greatest art form of the 20th century.
My earliest interest in game design came when I was in primary school, and my parents bought a Commodore 128 computer. I taught myself to write programs in BASIC, and then I made my own games.
It is evident that in the period designated as that of the kings, when Rome commenced her career of conquest, she was, for that time and country, a great and wealthy city.
I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats.
Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transition.
I think of something quite different from a snapshot. I know of a lot of poems, some very fine ones, that are like snapshots, but I’m more interested in poetry that is like an endless film, long stories, things that weave together many different strands, like a big piece of cloth, not like a photograph.