Revolution As An Ideal Concept Always Preserves

William James Once Said: "progress Is A Terrible Thing." It Is More Than That: It Is Also A Highly Ambiguous Notion. For Who Knowsbut That A Little Further On The Way A Bridge May Not Have Collapsed Or A Crevice Split The Earth?

If, Then, This Civilization Is To Be Saved, If It Is Not To Be Submerged By Centuries Of Barbarism, But To Secure The Treasures Ofits Inheritance On New And More Stable Foundations, There Is Indeed Need For Those Now Living Fully To Realize How Far The Decay Has Already Progressed.

If A Serious Statement Is Defined As One That May Be Made In Terms Of Waking Life, Poetry Will Never Rise To The Level Of Seriousness. It Lies Beyond Seriousness, On That More Primitive And Original Level Where The Child, The Animal, The Savage, And The Seer Belong, In The Region Of Dream, Enchantment, Ecstasy, Laughter. To Understand Poetry We Must Be Capable Of Donning The Child's Soul Like A Magic Cloak And Of Forsaking Man's Wisdom For The Child's.

Systematic Philosophical And Practical Anti-intellectualism Such As We Are Witnessing Appears To Be Something Truly Novel In The History Of Human Culture.

The Content Of The Ideal Is A Desire To Return To The Perfection Of An Imaginary Past.