We Do Not Need A Truth To

That Is Why I Think, In Defiance Of Plato, That There Is At Once Error And Vulgarity In Saying That Poetry Is A Lie, Except In The Sense That Cocteau Wrote One Day: I Am A Lie Who Always Tells The Truth. The Only Poetry Which Lies Purely And Simply Is Academic, Pseudo-classical, Conceptually Repetitive Poetry, And It Is Not Poetry.

Art And Poetry Cannot Do Without One Another. Yet The Two Words Are Far From Being Synonymous. By Art I Mean The Creative Or Producing, Work-making Activity Of The Human Mind. By Poetry I Mean, Not The Particular Art Which Consists In Writing Verses, But A Process Both More General And More Primary: That Intercommunication Between The Inner Being Of Things And The Inner Being Of The Human Self Which Is A Kind Of Divination (as Was Realized In Ancient Times; The Latin Vates Was Both A Poet And A Diviner). Poetry, In This Sense, Is The Secret Life Of Each And All Of The Arts.

We Do Not Need A Truth To Serve Us, We Need A Truth That We Can Serve

There Are Absolute Atheists ... Absolute Atheism Is In No Way A Mere Absence Of Belief In God. It Is Rather A Refusal Of God, A Fight Against God, A Challenge To God.

Not Only Does The Democratic State Of Mind Stem From The Inspiration Of The Gospel, But It Cannot Exist Without It.