I.

A musician, he imagines Heaven as a musical composition, a mathematician, as a relation of curves, a poet, as a dark, inhuman sea. 

Excerpt from
The Oxford Book of Modern Verse 1892-1935, Chosen by W. B. YEATS

II.

Of the clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in—

Excerpt from
TARANTELLA, HILARIE BELLOC (1870-1975)
III.

Three great works fill the remainder of his life
Three works often interuppted,
carried on through a thousand hesitations,
A thousand disappointments,
Quarrels with his patrons,
Quarrels with his family,
Quarrels perhaps most of all
with himself—

Excerpt from
The Studies in the History of the Renaissance, WALTER PATER (1839-1894)
On The Poetry of Michelangelo, relineated as free-verse poem.
IV.

This madman is an ultraformalist, seeing as he did only the form of the sunbean, and the yellowness of the color, seeing only line and color.
And to his color and line completely independent of the concrete content of the object, he gives a meaning, determined by himself alone. 

Excerpt from 
The Film Sense, SERGEI EISENSTEIN (1898-1948)


V.

LIES, CORRUPTION, MAGIC.

Excerpt from John Currin intervew at the Brooklynrail.