I Have A Plot, But Not Much

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

Short Stories Amount For The Most Part To Parlour Tricks, Party Favours With Built-in Snappers, Gadgets For Including Recognition And Reversals

I Think There Was A Revolution In Poetry, Associated Chiefly With Eliot And Pound; But Maybe It Is Of The Nature Of Revolutions Or Of The Nature Of History That Their Innovations Should Later Come To Look Trivial Or Indistinguishable From Technical Tricks.

We Think About Sex Obsessively Except During The Act, When Our Minds Tend To Wander.

I Have A Plot, But Not Much Happens.