Love Is The Tact Of Every Good,

How The False Truths Of The Years Of Youth Have Passed!have Passed At Full Speed Like Trains Which Never Stoppedthere Where I Stood And Waited, Hardly Aware,how Little I Knew, Or Which Of Them Was The Oneto Mount And Ride To Hope Or Where True Hope Arrives.

And Hence The Poet Must Seek To Be Essentially Anonymous, He Must Die A Little Death Each Morning, He Must Swallow His Toad And Study His Vomit As Baudelaire Studied La Charogne Of Jeanne Duval.

The Jew Is At Once Alienated And Indestructible; He Is In Exile From His Own Country And In Exile Even From Himself, Yet He Survives The Annihilating Fury Of History.

I Am A Book I Neither Wrote Nor Read.

Literature Doesn't Matter! The Only Thing That Matters Is Money And Getting Your Teeth Fixed!