You Cried For Night - It Falls.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

To Be An Artist Is To Fail, As No Other Dare Fail, That Failure Is His World And The Shrink From Desertion, Art And Craft, Good Housekeeping, Living.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind

Poetry Is Essentially The Antithesis Of Metaphysics: Metaphysics Purge The Mind Of The Senses And Cultivate The Disembodiment Of The Spiritual; Poetry Is All Passionate And Feeling And Animates The Inanimate; Metaphysics Are Most Perfect When Concerned With Universals; Poetry, When Most Concerned With Particulars.

To Him Who Has Nothing It Is Forbidden Not To Relish Filth.