Light Light The Visible Reminder Of Invisible

Art Is The Escape From Personality.

Composing On The Typewriter, I Find That I Am Sloughing Off All My Long Sentences Which I Used To Dote Upon. Short, Staccato, Like Modern French Prose. The Typewriter Makes For Lucidity, But I Am Not Sure That It Encourages Subtlety.

Every End Is A Beginning...and Every Beginning Is An End.

April Is The Cruellest Month.

Poetry Is A Mug's Game.