Art is not a mirror which reflects the world, but a hammer with which we give it shape.
A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.
Art is not a mirror which reflects the world, but a hammer with which we give it shape.
A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.