The Poet Never Asks For Admiration; He

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

I Am Burning Myself Up And Will Always Do So.

I Have A Piece Of Great And Sad News To Tell You: I Am Dead.

Art Is Science In The Flesh.