Long looking at paintings is equivalent to being dropped into a foreign city, where gradually, out of desire and despair, a few key words, then a little syntax make a clearing in the silence. Art... is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar... We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother-tongue.

I want to make lemonade out of the lemons that were dealt to me.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Written By Ezra Pound

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