Perhaps It Is This Theory Of All

If We Persist In Our Restless Desire To Know Everything About The Universe And Ourselves, Then We Must Not Be Afraid Of What The Artist Brings Back From His Voyage Of Discovery.

Once We Become Conscious Of A Feeling And Attempt To Make A Corresponding Form, We Are Engaged In An Activity Which, Far From Being Sincere, Is Prepared (as Any Artist If He Is Sincere Will Tell You) To Moderate Feelings To Fit The Form. The Artist's Feeling For Form Is Stronger Than A Formless Feeling.

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

In Order To Create It Is Necessary To Destroy; And The Agent Of Destruction In Society Is The Poet. I Believe That The Poet Is Necessarily An Anarchist, And That He Must Oppose All Organized Conceptions Of The State, Not Only Those Which We Inherit From The Past, But Equally Those Which Are Imposed On People In The Name Of The Future.

The Great Modern Heresy In Poetry Is To Confuse The Use We Make Of Words In A Poem With Modalities Of Speech...for True Poetry Is Never Speech But Always A Song.