The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.