You Can Only Predict Things After They

Why Was I Born, If It Wasn't Forever?

The Poet Cannot Invent New Words Every Time, Of Course. He Uses The Words Of The Tribe. But The Handling Of The Word, The Accent, A New Articulation, Renew Them.

A Nose That Can See Is Worth Two That Sniff.

Only The Ephemeral Is Of Lasting Value.

Drama Lies In Extreme Exaggeration Of The Feelings, An Exaggeration That Dislocates Flat Everyday Reality.