[…] mutating into all-star line-ups of emcees spitting hot bars over familiar beats, then to a single crew spitting bars over familiar beats, then eventually to a single crew (or artist) spitting bars over unfamiliar beats.
It is not only lost, but in its spilling stains and spoils gown or carpet, and should it fall upon the bare ground, can add nothing to the producing powers of the earth; it is always just spilt milk, and not worth crying over.
This is a photo of where I went on holiday.
[About prominent critics lambasting his film 2001:] New York was the only really hostile city. Perhaps there is a certain element of the lumpen literati that is so dogmatically atheist and materialist and Earth-bound that it finds the grandeur of space and the myriad mysteries of cosmic intelligence anathema.
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