Evidently The Arts, All The Visual Arts,

Holidays - Have No Pity.

Narrative Art, The Novel, From Murasaki To Proust, Has Produced Great Works Of Poetry.

Man Cannot Produce A Single Work Without The Assistance Of The Slow, Assiduous, Corrosive Worm Of Thought.

The Poet Does Not Know - Often He Will Never Know - Whom He Really Writes For.

It Has Often Been Observed That The Repercussion Of Poetic Language On Prose Language Can Be Considered A Decisive Cut Of A Whip.