Red-in-red repetitions never going Away,a little rusty, a little rouged, A little roughened and ruder, a crown The eye could not escape, a red renown Blowing itself upon the tedious ear.

It was enough for her that she remembered.

A dead shepherd brought tremendous chords from hell And bad the sheep carouse. Or so they said. Children in love with them brought early flowers And scattered …

The blue woman, linked and lacquered, at her window Did not desire that feathery argentines Should be cold silver, neither that frothy clouds Should foam, be f…

'The only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud.' - From 'Overkill'.

I hear noises which others don't hear and which disturb for me the music of the spheres, which others don't hear either.

Clarionet, n. An instrument of torture operated by a person with cotton in his ears. There are two instruments that are worse than a clarionet -- two clarionet…