Poetry Must Be Capable Of Answering The

The World Is A Beautiful Place To Be Born Into If You Don't Mind Some People Dying All The Time Or Maybe Only Starving Some Of The Time Which Isn't Half So Bad If It Isn't You.

Invent A New Language Anyone Can Understand.

Constantly Risking Absurdity And Death Whenever He Performs Above The Heads Of His Audience, The Poet, Like An Acrobat, Climbs On Rhyme To A High Wire Of His Own Making.

I'd Ban All Automobiles From The Central Part Of The City. You See, The Automobile Was Just A Passing Fad. It's Got To Go. It's Got To Go A Long Way From Here.

I Feel There Is An Angel In Me' She'd Say 'whom I Am Constantly Shocking