A Universal Style Is One

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

Against The Background Of General Freakishness The Case Of My Particular Freakishness Was Lost.