Hatred Isgeneralized, But Love Is For The

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

A Critic At Best Is A Waiter At The Great Table Of Literature.

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative.

Hatred Isgeneralized, But Love Is For The Particular.

Canada Is A Country Where The Serious Writers Are Hockey Fans And Readers Of Comic Books. They Don't Play Chess.