The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To

Not That You Need To Be A Saint To Have Visions Worth Talking About. The Most Effective Prescription, I Suspect, Is To Be A Disciplined Sinner. Perfection, As Valery Noted, Is Work.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

The Unconscious Creates, The Ego Edits.