"Some of the most lazy and, in fact, worst visual poetry is celebrated by the very instruments that need the benefit of proper loves. One might liken it to asking a friend or, perhaps, one's beloved child, to sit in a basement full of effluent with a cunning smile--like they got the best steak in a house where the butcher does his sweaty work from a hot and well-soiled wooden box and amid flies that don't differentiate (like one might see in many parts of the world). In this, I only have something to lose in lying. Nope, I don't want to save the world from itself."

- Alexander Jorgensen