And Inasmuch As The Bridge Is A

One Must Be Drenched In Words, Literally Soaked In Them, To Have The Right Ones Form Themselves Into The Proper Pattern At The Right Moment.

And Inasmuch As The Bridge Is A Symbol Of All Such Poetry As I Am Interested In Writing It Is My Present Fancy That A Year From Now I'll Be More Contented Working In An Office Than Ever Before.

The Form Of My Poem Rises Out Of A Past That So Overwhelms The Present With Its Worth And Vision That I'm At A Loss To Explain My Delusion That There Exist Any Real Links Between That Past And A Future Worthy Of It.

Let My Lusts Be My Ruin, Then, Since All Else Is A Fake And A Mockery.

Stars Scribble On Our Eyes The Frosty Sagas, The Gleaming Cantos Of Unvanquished Space. (cape Hatteras