There Is Room Neither For The Poet

Everywhere In The World The Industrial Regime Tends To Make The Unorganized Or Unorganizable Individual, The Pauper, Into The Victim Of A Kind Of Human Sacrifice Offered To The Gods Of Civilization.

It Is Implanted In The Christian Soul, By The Side Of The Running Waters, Under The Sky Of The Theological Virtues, Amid The Breaths Of The Seven Gifts Of The Spirit. It Is Natural For It To Bear Christian Fruit.

I Don't See America As A Mainland, But As A Sea, A Big Ocean. Sometimes A Storm Arises, A Formidable Current Develops, And It Seems It Will Engulf Everything. Wait A Moment, Another Current Will Appear And Bring The First One To Naught.

A Man Of Courage Flees Forward In The Midst Of New Things.

Since Art Is A Virtue Of The Intellect, It Demands To Communicate With The Entire Universe Of The Intellect. Hence It Is That The Normal Climate Of Art Is Intelligence And Knowledge: Its Normal Soil, The Civilized Heritage Of A Consistent And Integrated System Of Beliefs And Values; Its Normal Horizon , The Infinity Of Human Experience Enlighted By The Passionate Insight Of Anguish Or The Intellectual Virtues Of A Contemplative Mind.