“Doesn’t a tight look come about the eyes—from much use of that sort of anæsthetic?” I asked.
“Let’s get a drink,” he answered.
A fairly widespread intellectual movement, though it be madness, has a profound and almost sacred significance. Primitive races believe that madmen are the voice of God. As much might be said of artists. Their madness is often wiser than the average wisdom.—Romain Rolland.
Poems
Maxwell Bodenheim
Pastels
(In the city-square)
I
I think you are a masquerading nun
Who has been lavish with reds, thinking to obliterate herself ...