When ... I Comprehended That Poetry Had

Rummaging In The Storehouses Of Religious Or Literary History For Myth-matter For Ideational Uses Is Of The Nature Of Spiritual Vulgarity.

I Believe That Misconceptions About Oneself That One Does Not Correct Where Possible Act As A Bad Magic.

Much Of The Magical Effect That Poetry Gives Of Rendering Everything It Touches Pellucid Comes From The Necessity Of Compression That It Imposes. The Impossibility Of Pausing In Poetry As Long As May Be Needed To Make Sense Clear Causes Many A Set Of Words Actually Deficient In Linguistic Workmanship To Pass For An Eloquent Brevity.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.

Poetry Brings All Possible Experience To The Same Degree: A Degree In The Consciousness Beyond Which The Consciousness Itself Cannot Go.