The Universe Is Made Of Stories, Not

Exchange Is Creation.

My Lifetime Listens To Yours.

I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective As A Leper, Enchanted By A Repulsive Clew, A Gross And Fugitive Movement Of The Limbs. Is This The Love That Shook The Lights To Flame?

The Statement Of Ideas In A Poem May Have To Do With Logic. More Profoundly, It May Be Identified With The Emotional Progression Of The Poem, In Terms Of The Music And Images, So That The Poem Is Alive Throughout. Another, More Fundamental Statement In Poetry, Is Made Through The Images Themselves Those Declarations, Evocative, Exact, And Musical, Which Move Through Time And Are The Actions Of A Poem.

Those Who Speak Of Our Culture As Dead Or Dying Have A Quarrel With Life, And I Think They Cannot Understand Its Terms, But Must Endlessly Repeat The Projection Of Their Own Desires.