In And Out Of My Heart Flowed

A Person Hoping To Become A Poet Must Have The Capacity Of Thinking Of Several Things At A Time.

...in My Dreams The World Would Come Alive, Becoming So Captivatingly Majestic, Free And Ethereal, That Afterwards It Would Be Oppressive To Breathe The Dust Of This Painted Life.

Poetry Involves The Mysteries Of The Irrational Perceived Through Rational Words.

I Am Sufficiently Proud Of My Knowing Something To Be Modest About My Not Knowing All.

Freudism And All It Has Tainted With Its Grotesque Implications And Methods, Appear To Me To Be One Of The Vilest Deceits Practiced By People On Themselves And On Others. I Reject It Utterly, Along With A Few Other Medieval Items Still Adored By The Ignorant, The Conventional, Or The Very Sick.