the soul of Man must quicken to creation.
out of formless stone, when the artist unites himself
spring always new forms of life, from the soul of man
that is joined to the soul of stone;
out of the meaningless practical shapes of all that is living
joined with the artist's eye, new life, new form, new
out of the sea of sound the life of music.
- from The Rock by ts eliot
harold szeemann's beautifully curated documenta 5, 1972