There Is No Original Sin. It's All

There Is No Original Sin. It's All Been Done Before.

Imagination Should Be Integrated With Life, Not Turned Into A Separate Activity, Art, That Monopolizes One's Whole Existence.

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.

What Is Forgiven Is Usually Well Remembered.

Art Is Anything People Do With Distinction.