Poetry Can Only Be Made Out Of

It Is Clear That All Verbal Structures With Meaning Are Verbal Imitations Of That Elusive Psychological And Physiological Process Known As Thought, A Process Stumbling Through Emotional Entanglements, Sudden Irrational Convictions, Involuntary Gleams Of Insight, Rationalized Prejudices, And Blocks Of Panic And Inertia, Finally To Reach A Completely Incommunicable Intuition.

One Doesn't Bother To Believe The Credible: The Credible Is Believed Already, By Definition. There's No Adventure Of The Mind.

The Bedrock Of Doubt Is The Total Nothingness Of Death. Death Is A Leveler, Not Because Everybody Dies, But Because Nobody Understands What Death Means.

The Poet, However, Uses These Two Crude, Primitive, Archaic Forms Of Thought (simile And Metaphor) In The Most Uninhibited Way, Because His Job Is Not To Describe Nature, But To Show You A World Completely Absorbed And Possessed By The Human Mind.

The Entire Bible, Viewed As A "divine Comedy," Is Contained Within A U-shaped Story Of This Sort, One In Which Man, As Explained, Loses The Tree And Water Of Life At The Beginning Of Genesis And Gets Them Back At The End Of Revelation.