Imagine A Painter Crucified By His Subject!

Poetry Is Mostly Hunches.

I Feel That Poetry Is Going On All The Time Inside, An Underground Stream.

Some Certified Nut Will Try To Tell You It's Poetry, (it's Extraordinary, It Makes A Great Deal Of Sense) But Watch Out Or He'll Start With Some New Notion Or Other.

And So We Turn The Page Over. To Think Of Starting. This Is All There Is.

Will Occur As Time Grows More Open About It.