My Life Is Slowed Up By Thought

Nowhere Is Inhumanity More Revealed Than In Hospitals.

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

I Gathered Poets Around Me And We All Wrote Beautiful Erotica. As We Were Condemned To Focus Only On Sensuality, We Had Violent Explosions Of Poetry. Writing Erotica Became A Road To Sainthood Rather Than To Debauchery.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.