returned to work, and no yoga is worthe the stretch if it refuses to melt the rest of life into yogic meditation.
The poet sees differently, being hypersensetive, strange, twisted, and wonderfully complex. The saint wishes for simplicity, but the poet plants infinite onions, and will not be trifled over simple definitions and easy ideas. Leave that to the philosopher, who studies like hell in order to make a definition everybody can easily grasp and agree on. The poet would also like to be memorably, but also as troubling as a perpetual riddle. Does not his question mark curl like a spiral?
The art work works on you, forms and informs you, uses beauty to open you to a new truth. For beauty is seduction, all beauty is seduction, so know what you are being seduced into … for there are yet deadly beauties in the world. The critic, unfortunately, is too much the philosopher, ignore him. Be instead the philistine, for the Philistine is the one who trusts his tastes without asking for guides. He does not say “Praise God” but says, “Let God praise himself! Only then will the music begin.” The critics murder you for blasphemying their faceless art.
The only purpose of beauty is to pull a strong focus from your mind, without the usual criticisms, to allow a power to enter you. Truth also requires intense focus, and must be analyzed, but beauty must not be analyzed, except by aspiring artists.
Art does not wish to teach you any truth, but to train you to see and trance you to walk. The best art unifies your goals in the direction it desires – for the work of art is the objectified will of the artist. The art work is tangible will over human beings. The technology of the hero is tangible will over