Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into

Home Is Where One Starts From. As We Grow Older The World Becomes Stranger, The Pattern More Complicatied Of Dead And Living, Not The Intense Moment Isolated, With No Before And After, But A Lifetime Burning In Every Moment . . .

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

No Artist Produces Great Art By A Deliberate Attempt To Express His Own Personality.

Time Present And Time Past / Are Both Perhaps Present In Time Future.

The Ordinary Man's Experience Is Chaotic, Irregular, Fragmentary. [he] Falls In Love Or Reads Spinoza, And These Two Experiences Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, Or With The Noise Of The Typewriter, Or The Smell Of Cooking; In The Mind Of The Poet These Experiences Are Always Forming New Wholes