Pity, But Never Love Bestows Kind Words

The Plot! The Plot! What Kind Of Plot Could A Poet Possibly Provide That Is Not Surpassed By The Thinking, Feeling Reader? Form Alone Is Divine.

The Likeness Of The World? A Shadow! And World's Glory? A Dream!

Progress Will Always Have As Its Recourse To Exaggerate What It Cannot Surpass.

Prose Talks And Poetry Sings.

Critics Are Reprimanded When They Get Sarcastic. How Absurd! Is The Torch Of Criticism Supposed To Shine Without Burning?