Only Silence Perfects Silence.

If The Greatest God Is The Stillness All The Motions Add Up To, Then We Must Ineluctably Be Included.

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.

A Poem Generated By Its Own Laws May Be Unrealized And Bad In Terms Of So-called Objective Principles Of Taste, Judgement, Deduction.

The Walk Liberating, I Was Released From Forms, From The Perpendiculars, Straight Lines, Blocks, Boxes, Binds Of Thought Into The Hues, Shadings, Rises, Flowing Bends And Blends Of Sight.

It's Not A Love Of Poetry Readings That Attracts Those Who Do Come To Them But Theater.