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In this superworld, with its supercharged, super-intense and superwoman exuberance, I combined the super-sized enthusiasm of California Abstract Expressionism with hard-edged Swiss graphics, and ended up with, however superfluous and superficial, Supergraphics.
It is almost impossible to bear the torch of truth through a crowd without singeing somebody’s beard.
If you don’t have trouble paying the rent, you have trouble doing something else; one needs just a certain amount of trouble. Some people need more trouble to operate and some people need less.
And the buildings were quite unlike any I knew. The traffic in the streets was strange, carts running with no horses to pull them; and sometimes there were things in the sky, shiny fish-shaped things that certainly were not birds.
We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.
6.1.3
Choose faces that will survive, and if possible prosper, under the final printing conditions.
Oh! the little more, and how much it is!
And the little less, and what worlds away!
Anytime I can write a good letter Tubby it’s a sign I’m not working.
‘Confabulation’ means the replacement of the gaps left by a disordered memory with imaginary happenings.
Ideas cannot be owned. They belong to whoever understands them….
A work of art, said Gertrude Stein, is either worthless or priceless.
5.1.4
Consider even the lowly hyphen.
Everyone is going forward.
And everyone is behind everyone.
And everyone is looking ahead. To the future.
And people walk together. In step.
Ah things ain’t what they used to be, no no
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury
She asked where he lived.
‘Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.’
