The World Does Not Get To Be

Indeed The Three Prophecies About The Death Of Individual Art Are, In Their Different Ways, Those Of Hegel, Marx, And Freud. I Don't See Any Way Of Getting Beyond Those Prophecies.

Everyone Wants A Prodigy To Fail; It Makes Our Mediocrity More Bearable.

Reading Well Is One Of The Greatest Pleasures That Solitude Can Afford You.

To Be A Poet Did Not Occur To Me. It Was Indeed A Threshold Guarded By Demons.

All That A Critic, As Critic, Can Give Poets Is The Deadly Encouragement That Never Ceases To Remind Them Of How Heavy Their Inheritance Is.