The Best Live Among Us In Disguise.

The Best Live Among Us In Disguise.

All The Ills Of Mankind Spring From Belonging To A Race, A Nation, A City, A Group Of Some Kind. The Ideal Would Be To Belong To None, And To Care For Allbut Who Is Capable Of That?

What Is Forgiven Is Usually Well Remembered.

Intellectually, Most People Never Wash. They Never Free Their Minds Of The Accumulated Rubbish Of Centuries.

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.