Genius sits in a glass house--but in an unbreakable one--conceiving ideas. After giving birth, it falls into madness. Stretches ou...t its hand through the window toward the first person happening by. The demon's claw rips, the iron fist grips. Before, you were a model, mocks the ironic voice between serrated teeth, for me, you are raw material to work on. I throw you against the glass wall, so that you remain stuck there, projected and stuck.... (Then come the lovers of art and contemplate the bleeding work from outside. Then come the photographers. "New art," it says in the newspaper the following day. The learned journals give it a name that ends in "ism.")LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on;... But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I wonder if it's ethical to watch a man with binoculars and a long-focus lens? D'ya suppose it's ethical even if you prove that he... didn't commit a crime? I'm not much on rear window ethics.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who is at my window, who, who? It's the blind cuckoo, mulling... the old song over. The old song is about fear, about tomorrow and next year. Timor mortis conturbat me, he sings....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then is what you see through this window onto the world so lovely that you have no desire whatsoever to look out through any other... window?--and that you even make an attempt to prevent others from doing so?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »