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Every Authentic Poem Contributes To The Labor Of Poetry... To Bring Together What Life Has Separated Or Violence Has Torn Apart... Poetry Can Repair No Loss, But It Defies The Space Which Separates. And It Does This By Its Continual Labor Of Reassembling What Has Been Scattered.

The Poverty Of Our Century Is Unlike That Of Any Other. It Is Not, As Poverty Was Before, The Result Of Natural Scarcity, But Of A Set Of Priorities Imposed Upon The Rest Of The World By The Rich.

The Envied Are Like Bureaucrats; The More Impersonal They Are, The Greater The Illusion (for Themselves And For Others) Of Their Power.

When A Painter Is Working He Is Aware Of The Means Which Are Available To Him - These Include His Materials, The Style He Inherits, The Conventions He Must Obey, His Prescribed Or Freely Chosen Subject Matter - As Constituting Both An Opportunity And A Restraint.

Modern Thought Has Transferred The Spectral Character Of Death To The Notion Of Time Itself. Time Has Become Death Triumphant Over All.