Attend To Mushrooms And All

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Once Every Five Hundred Years Or So, A Summary Statement About Poetry Comes Along That We Can't Imagine Ourselves Living Without

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed. Having Once Experienced The Mystery, Plenitude, Contradiction, And Composure Of A Work Of Art, We Afterward Have A Built-in Resistance To The Slogans And Propaganda Of Oversimplification That Have Often Contributed To The Destruction Of Human Life. Poetry Is A Verbal Means To A Nonverbal Source. It Is A Motion To No-motion, To The Still Point Of Contemplation And Deep Realization.

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.

Probably All The Attention To Poetry Results In Some Value, Though The Attention Is More Often Directed To Lesser Than To Greater Values