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The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.

I Have Made A Long Enough Descent Into The Void To Speak With Certainty. There Is Nothing But Beauty--and Beauty Has Only One Perfect Expression, Poetry. All The Rest Is A Lie.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.

The Pure Work Implies The Disappearance Of The Poet As Speaker, Who Hands Over To The Words.