If A Poet Has A Dream, It

The Instinct Of Nearly All Societies Is To Lock Up Anybody Who Is Truly Free. First, Society Begins By Trying To Beat You Up. If This Fails, They Try To Poison You. If This Fails Too, The Finish By Loading Honors On Your Head.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.

At All Costs The True World Of Childhood Must Prevail, Must Be Restored; That World Whose Momentous, Heroic, Mysterious Quality Is Fed On Airy Nothings, Whose Substance Is So Ill-fitted To Withstand The Brutal Touch Of Adult Inquisition.