“I should have preferred,” he said with his voice of dead lovers crying through the earth, “to be fit for you to look at.” Then he deliberately set himself on fire.“
—Mina Loy, Insel, 9781612193533
Mina Loy wrote about artists the way nobody else has since. This is like a feminist Blake among the surrealists. Like Patti Smith before Patti Smith. Don’t screw around, you want this one.