I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas

No More Pronouncements On Lousy Verse. No More Hidden Competition. No More Struggling Not To Be A Square.

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

Song, Like A Wing, Tears Through My Breast, My Side, And Madness Chooses Out My Voice Again, Again.

Intellectuals Range Through The Finest Gradations Of Kind And Quality: From Those Who Are Merely Educated Neurotics, Usually With Strong Hidden Reactionary Tendencies, Through Mediocrities Of All Kinds, To Men Of Real Brains And Sensibility, More Or Less Stiffened Into Various Respectabilities Or Substitutes For Respectability. The Number Of Ignorant Specialists Is Large. The Number Of Hysterics And Compulsives Is Also Large.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.