Art Is A Refining And

There Are No Magics Or Elves / Or Timely Godmothers To Guide Us. We Are Lost, Must / Wizard A Track Through Our Own Screaming Weed.

Do Not Desire To Fit In. Desire To Oblige Yourselves To Lead.

It Is Brave To Be Involved

A Poem Doesn't Do Everything For You. You Are Supposed To Go On With Your Thinking. You Are Supposed To Enrich The Other Person's Poem With Your Extensions, Your Uniquely Personal Understandings, Thus Making The Poem Serve You.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.