By Walking One Makes The Road, And

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.

Beyond Living And Dreaming There Is Something More Important: Waking Up.

What The Poet Is Searching For Is Not The Fundamental I But The Deep You.

Avoid Pulpits, Platforms, Stages And Pedestals. Keep To The Hard Ground. It Is The Only Way You Can Judge Your Approximate Status As A Man.

In Order To Write Poetry, You Must First Invent A Poet Who Will Write It.