ASunset Through Storm

"When o'er his beams the veil is thrown,

Thy substance is but plainer shown.

A passing gale, a puff of wind Dispels thy thickest troops combined.'

The gale arose; the vapour toss'd(The sport of winds) in air was lost;

The glorious orb the day refines.

Thus envy breaks, thus merit shines.."

The Artist’s Duty by Kenneth Patchen

" So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame

To extend all boundaries

To fog them in right over the plate

To kill only what is ridiculous

To establish problem

To ignore solutions

To listen to no one

To omit nothing."

"To contradict everything

To generate the free brain

To bear no cross

To take part in no crucifixion

To tinkle a warning when mankind strays

To explode upon all parties

To wound deeper than the soldier

To heal this poor obstinate monkey once and for all."

"To drift happily through the ruined race-intelligence

To burrow beneath the subconscious

To defend the unreal at the cost of his reason

To obey each outrageous impulse

To commit his company to all enchantments.

To exaggerate all things

To inhibit everyone

To lubricate each proportion

To experience only experience

To set a flame in the high air

To exclaim at the commonplace alone

To cause the unseen eyes to open."

"To verify the irrational

To admire only the abrsurd

To be concerned with every profession save his own

To raise a fortuitous stink on the boulevards of truth and beauty

To desire an electrifiable intercourse with a female alligator

To lift the flesh above the suffering

To forgive the beautiful its disconsolate deceit

To flash his vengeful badge at every abyss

To HAPPEN

It is the artist’s duty to be alive

To drag people into glittering occupations To blush perpetually in gaping innocence ."