However, Poetry Does Not Live Solely In

The Poet Does Not Know - Often He Will Never Know - Whom He Really Writes For.

The New Man Is Born Too Old To Tolerate The New World. The Present Conditions Of Life Have Not Yet Erased The Traces Of The Past. We Run Too Fast, But We Still Do Not Move Enough. He Looks But He Does Not Contemplate, He Sees But He Does Not Think.

However, Poetry Does Not Live Solely In Books Or In School Anthologies.

Holidays - Have No Pity.

Evidently The Arts, All The Visual Arts, Are Becoming More Democratic In The Worst Sense Of The Word.