The end of winter

Once the present system of exploitation crumbles, and it is crumbling hourly, the powers of imagination, heretofore stifled and fettered, will run riot. The face of the earth can be changed utterly overnight once we have the courage to concretize the dreams of our inventive geniuses. -Henry Miller

Never was there such a plentitude of inventors as in this age of destruction -and there is one thing to bear in mind about the man of genius -even the inventor -usually they are on the side of humanity, not the devil. It has been the crowning shame of this age to exploit the man of genius for sinister ends.  But such a procedure acts as a boomerang: ultimately the man of genius always has his revenge. -HM

The individual simply does his work turning over each painting looking for bugs underneath, trying to discover why this is the case.  But in the thousands of years he has created in this way, he has not yet found the answer:  but he now suspects it.

I'm not sure the meaning can be clear to the one who creates a piece, but only to others, to someone who at it and immediately says ah yes, this is the one.  And I don't think the piece itself has any power, the power is in the mind of the onlooker, the one who takes the time to look and to discover what must be obvious -when they see it.

Myself I cannot see the persistence of the artist type.  I see no reason for the man of genius in such an order.  I see no need for martyrs.  I see no need for vicarious atonement.  I see no need for the fierce preservation of beauty by a few. -HM

Beauty and truth do not need defenders, nor even expounders.  No one will ever have a lien on beauty and truth; they are creations in which all participate. -HM

And last and may be not least is this big fat one.  He got lost at the near bottom of the pile.  But last night I heard him calling out "I am here, I too am in this pile." - Well welcome come out show yourself join with your brothers.