The Deft White-stockinged Dance In Thick-soled Shoes!

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

When We Think We Don't Like Art It Is Because It Is Artificial Art.

Only Imagination That Towers Can Reproduce Evanescence And Render Rigidity Flexible.

Poetry ... ... A Place For The Genuine, Hands That Can Grasp, Eyes That Can Dilate, Hair That Can Rise

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.