Planning To Write Is Not Writing.

The Poem Is A Cry Of The Unborn Heart. Yes, Because The Poem Perfectly Embodies The World, There Is No World Without Poem.

The Act Of Composition Is A Series Of Discoveries.

Images Break With A Small Ping, Their Destruction Is As Wonderful As Their Being, They Are Essentially Instruments Of Torture Exploding Through The Individual's Calloused Capacity To Feel Undifferentiated Emotions Full Of Longing And Dissatisfaction And Monumentality.

The Images Of Things Are Not The Things In Themselves.

Writing Is Immensely Difficult. The Short Forms Especially.