"Amour c'est gai, amour c'est triste"

- Love is gay, love is sad... talent is not self-realising, he said, the artist becomes... the artist becomes productive... that is to say, the thinker becomes an artist... (the thinker becomes an artist) by an exquisite prolonged irrational ordering, or rational disordering, no, irrational structuring - of his thoughts - or, his thinking. The thinker becomes an artist by a prolonged exquisite irrational structuring of his thinking. The artistic process then begins by (by by by) a [chronic] - prodigious - shameless and centralising narcissismmmmmm... which swiftly evolves into an intense protracted period of masturbation.... self actualisation throuuuuuuugh... creation! Who was it that said reflection poisons the experience? They meant reflection on creation, that is to say, action, of course, he said getting up to dance, (synched) you've got to be in it to win it.

[read in fake french accent]
Ak