Gertrude’s remedy for her mood swings was to print up hundreds of black-bordered calling cards embossed with the single word Woe, which she handed out gaily declaring, Woe is me.
As George Russell defined a literary movement: “Five or six men who live in the same town and hate each other.
[I]t was [Barnett] Newman who made the famously wry remark, “Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,
There is only one thing left for you to do,” John Sloan advised one artist. “Pull off your socks and try with your feet.
It might be said of Miss [Djuna] Barnes,” [T.S. Eliot] wrote, “who is incontestably one of the most original writers of our time, that never has so much genius been combined with so little talent.
