I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
When I was on acid, I would see things like beams of light and I would hear sounds that sounded an awful lot like car horns.
that expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underneath what people say they are.
Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses
Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.
It seems like everything that we see perceived in the brain before we actually use our own eyes, that everything we see is coming through computers or machines and then is being input in our brain cells. So that really worries me.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
One of the effects of fear is to disturb the senses and cause things to appear other than what they are.
Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.
