Waters says: "Art is exactly when there's nothing there and only you can see it.
There was nothing up there, only the fearsome dog and us and the saucepan lid rattling like billio.
At first blush, one might assume that there is "nothing there," and yet, there is not only a body of evidence from the basic sciences and from clinical trials, there is also a body of evidence to suggest that there is something unique that happens when double-distilled water is vigorous shaken in glass vials.
Hour after hour of interrogation, verbal abuse and the ever-present threat of physical violence, and you call that nothing!" "But there's only been you here," I said.
"Once you take that seriously, you begin to think, 'That's how it should have been; why should there be something rather than nothing?' Not only is there something, but there is a very particular kind of something that we see around us".
I'd love to know what I raved that night to the night, what those innocent dithyrambs were, or to feel what so ecstatically drew me out of myself and beyond... Nothing is there, though, only the solemn piazza beneath me, the riot of dim, tiled roofs and impassable alleys, my desolate bed behind me, and my voice, hoarse, and the sweet, alien air against me like a kiss.
** **{:.break one} ** I'd love to know what I raved that night to the night, what those innocent dithyrambs were, or to feel what so ecstatically drew me out of myself and beyond... Nothing is there, though, only the solemn piazza beneath me, the riot of dim, tiled roofs and impassable alleys, my desolate bed behind me, and my voice, hoarse, and the sweet, alien air against me like a kiss.
In any case, by the time she returned after five years away there was nothing left, only new debt.
But, as before, there was nothing around — only the rustle and hum of petty, frail creatures that weren't worth a battle.
