Approaching Forty, I Had A Singular Dream

Poets Arguing About Modern Poetry: Jackals Snarling Over A Dried-up Well.

The Worst Vice Of The Solitary Is The Worship Of His Food.

The Headmistress Was An Able Instructress In French And History And We Learned With Her As Fast As Fear Could Teach Us.

The Goal Of Every Culture Is To Decay Through Over-civilization; The Factors Of Decadence, -- Luxury, Skepticism, Weariness And Superstition, -- Are Constant. The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.

Today The Function Of The Artist Is To Bring Imagination To Science And Science To Imagination, Where They Meet, In The Myth.