Simplicity Is Not A Goal, But One

The Assumption Is That The Right Kind Of Society Is An Organic Being Not Merely Analogous To An Organic Being, But Actually A Living Structure With Appetites And Digestions, Instincts And Passions, Intelligence And Reason.

Modern Man Has Been In Search Of A New Language Of Form To Satisfy New Longings And Aspirations - Longings For Mental Appeasement, Aspirations To Unity, Harmony, Serenity - An End To His Alienation From Nature. All These Arts Of Remote Times Or Strange Cultures Either Give Or Suggest To The Modern Artist Forms Which He Can Adapt To His Needs, The Elements Of A New Iconography.

The Worth Of A Civilization Or A Culture Is Not Valued In The Terms Of Its Material Wealth Or Military Power, But By The Quality And Achievements Of Its Representative Individuals - Its Philosophers, Its Poets And Its Artists.

It Is Not My Purpose As A Poet To Condemn War (or To Be Exact, Modern Warfare). I Only Wish To Present The Universal Aspects Of A Particular Event.

I Can Imagine No Society Which Does Not Embody Some Method Of Arbitration.