Only Silence Perfects Silence.

I Have Reached No Conclusions, Have Erected No Boundaries, Shutting Out And Shutting In, Separating Inside From Outside: I Have Drawn No Lines

The Poet Exposes Himself To The Risk. All That Has Been Said About Poetry, All That He Has Learned About Poetry, Is Only A Partial Assurance.

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

You Have Your Identity When You Find Out, Not What You Can Keep Your Mind On, But What You Can't Keep Your Mind Off.