All Thoughts Emit A Throw

You Don't Make A Poem With Ideas, But With Words.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.