If You Love Language, It Will Love

The Pressure On Language To Deteriorate Does Not Come Merely From Below, From The "democratic" Lev-elers. It Comes Also From Above, From The Fancy Jar-gonmongers, Idle Game Players, Fashionable Coteries For Second-rate Intellectuals.

It's Wonderful To Be Hated By Idiots.

The Ultimate Evil Is The Weakness, Cowardice, That Is One Of The Constituents Of So Much Human Nature. When, Rarely, Unalloyed Nobility Does Occur, Its Chances Of Prevailing Are Slim. Yet It Exists, And Its Mere Existence Is Reason Enough For Not Wiping The Name Of Mankind Off The Slate.

Dinner Theater Is Anti-culture.

Robert Creely's Poems Have Two Main Characteristics. 1) They Are Short; 2) They Are Not Short Enough.