“In the medieval tradition, Beksinski seems to believe art to be a forewarning about the fragility of the flesh– whatever pleasures we know are doomed to perish– thus, his paintings manage to evoke at once the process of decay and the ongoing struggle for life. They hold within them a secret poetry, stained with blood and rust.”
“I have a dark and dreadful secret. I write poetry... I believe poetry is a primal impulse within all of us. I believe we are all capable of it and furthermore that a small, often ignored corner of us positively yearns to try it.”
“That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana."This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.”
“Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.”
“Of bones the city is made,Plastered with flesh and blood,Where decay and death are deposited,And pride, and ingratitude.”
“The arts which need interpretation are the arts of time -- music and poetry -- and not the arts of space -- sculpture and painting.”