Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

Polyphonic Prose Is A Kind Of Free Verse, Except That It Is Still Freer. Polyphonic Makes Full Use Of Cadence, Rime, Alliteration, Assonance.

Oh! To Be A Butterfly Still, Upon A Flower, Winking With Its Painted Wings, Happy In The Hour.

Art Is Like Politics. Any Theory Carried Too Far Ends In Sterility, And Freshness Is Only Gained By Following Some Other Line.

The Stigma Of Oddness Is The Price A Myopic World Always Exacts Of Genius.

Without Poetry The Soul And Heart Of Man Starves And Dies.