Sempre me tocou criadores que simplesmente continuam fazendo seus experimentos, goste ou não deles, carregando uma semente de amadorismo auto-consciente. É o caso do praticamente ilustre desconhecido Bill Morgan, um dos inventores da técnica de kinestasis, quando ainda estudante da University of Southern California, em meados dos anos 60. Ele possui dezenas de vídeos disponibilizados por ele próprio no You Tube, a maior parte deles com não mais que 200 acessos. E nem por isso deixa de realizar suas coisas.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
Dylan Thomas 1914–1953