One Must Be A Living Man And

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

How Our Old Friend [michelangelo] Of The Sistine Would Have Loved To Photograph His Workers, Perched On The Fragile Planks. Dali Was Right To Say Leonardo Only Worked From Photographs.

All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.

He Who Is Affected By An Insult Is Infected By It.