Agreed, although personally I always considered that your "Zwan: Mary Star of the Sea" to "Suck Up, Buck Up… and Come Back When You Foul Up"'s "Teargarden By Kaleidyscope".

Sometimes beautiful People make beautiful Art.

I ♥ exotic teas and wrestling.

Rock actually attained perfection in "1979".

Out of the mouths of Ghost Children and sucklings… 
Bless.

Now will you listen to the enlightened whence we speak of chemtrails?

Well yeah, but it's not exactly Zeitgeist, is it?

That keening wail, holiest of all the seraphs… the statuesque, lithe figure, towering yet arched, as if in prayer or supplication… those exquisite, epodic and universal missives, conveyed through celestial tintinnabulations of the most blessed alleluia yet to grace this Earth… and o, that face: the purest skin of a…

Once I was a Dove.

Can true Art be prétentieux?

Bless, but I already have My legions of Ghost Children.

Resurrection is the true path of chaste ascension towards transcendental cleanliness, and as such the immaculate Artiste may step not to the "side" of His muse. 
Lo, Zwan is but an article of faith within the prophecy of Mine canon; a tarot within the deck; a tear within the Kaleidyscopic garden. And each new tear…

From left to right: Oceania, Pisces Iscariot, Mary Star of the Sea, Zeitgeist.

Mine impending tome comes as a surprise to none as I am, heretofore, a celebrated poet.

Ergo, 'tis poet / composer / lyricist / singer / musician / producer / artist / entrepreneur / Lamb of God, William Patrick "Billy" Corgan, Jr.

One may also anthropomorphise their trajectory for a title, engendering a cute poetic dissertation on the nature of reconciling opposing beliefs regarding the nature of incorporeality, also without sounding anything at all like an ass.

Blinking With Fists.

That was uncalled for. It may not be My finest headdress, but I didn't have time to shave that day, and had to grab the first thing I saw as I left the threshold of Mine sanctuary.

Gish.

I acknowledge no Work but Mine own.