If A Poet Has A Dream, It

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

How Our Old Friend [michelangelo] Of The Sistine Would Have Loved To Photograph His Workers, Perched On The Fragile Planks. Dali Was Right To Say Leonardo Only Worked From Photographs.

Keep Braiding One's Wavelengths Back Into Oneself. That Way They Gain All The More External Power And Surround Us With A Huge Affective And Protective Zone. Don't Talk About This. Never Talk About Our Secret Methods. If We Talk About Them, They Stop Working.

If A Poet Has A Dream, It Is Not Of Becoming Famous, But Of Being Believed.

We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We Must Be The Guardians Of That Angel.