"Cinema derives not from painting, literature, sculpture, theater, but from ancient popular wizardry. It is the contemporary manifestation of an evolving history of shadows, a delight in pictures that move, a belief in magick. Its lineage is entwined from the earliest beginning with Priests and sorcery, a summoning of phantoms. With, at first, only slight aid of the mirror and fire, men called dark and secret visits from regions in the buried mind. In these séances, shades are spirits which ward off evil... "

Hanged Men Dancing

... and in this danse macabre's midst
one mad skeleton can't stay in check,
like a spooked horse he leaps into the red sky :
Stiff noose still coiled around his neck,

his little fingers grip a bony thigh
Squeezing out laughter more like moans,
and like an actor lost in drama,
retakes the stage to the applause of the bones...

crimson cosmos, we'll wait for the final absolution : nothingness, singular points of entry for chaos and confusion, and sweet sickly death. the fools only need to wait in their play, lost in the rose garden. the hermits shall stay locked in their own crystal chambers, no sympathy for the those colorful devils... the watchers will only stand and wait, bleeding silence... let me be a ghost, to feed on them and consume them... my cosmic haunt lies off the left-corner of the universe, two blocks adjacent from a dying star.