But What Is Great Can Only Begin

To Be A Poet In A Destitute Time Means: To Attend, Singing, To The Trace Of The Fugitive Gods. This Is Why The Poet In The Time Of The World's Night Utters The Holy.

Tell Me How You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are.

Whatever Can Be Noted Historically Can Be Found Within History.

The Song Still Remains Which Names The Land Over Which It Sings.

If I Take Death Into My Life, Acknowledge It, And Face It Squarely, I Will Free Myself From The Anxiety Of Death And The Pettiness Of Life - And Only Then Will I Be Free To Become Myself.