And I guess in a book called The Outernationale,
I had to have a poem called "Bolshevescent."
[CHUCKLES]
"Bolshevescent."
"You stand far from the crowd, adjacent to power.
You consider the edge as well as the frame.
You consider beauty, depth of field,
lighting to understand the field, the crowd.
Late into the day, the atmosphere explodes
and revolution-- well, revolution is everything.
You begin to see for the first time everything is just
like the last thing, only its opposite and only for a moment.
When a revolution completes its orbit,
the objects return only different for having
stayed the same throughout.
To continue is not what you imagined, but what you imagined
was to change.
And so you have, and so has the crowd."