Breathe-in Experience, Breathe-out Poetry.

Dreams Are The Sources Of Action, The Meeting And The End, A Resting Place Among The Flight Of Things.

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

Never To Despise In Myself What I Have Been Taught To Despise. Nor To Despise The Other. Not To Despise The It. To Make This Relation With The It: To Know That I Am It.

Punctuation Is Biological. It Is The Physical Indication Of The Body-rhythms Which The Reader Is To Acknowledge.

We Sit Here, Very Different Each From The Other, Until The Passion Arrives To Give Us Our Equality, To Make Us Part Of The Play, To Make The Play Part Of Us.