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I Want To Be A Poet, From Head To Toe, Living And Dying By Poetry.

Death Laid Its Eggs In The Wound

Little Black Horse. Where Are You Taking Your Dead Rider?

There's No Doubt That I Really Have A Feeling For The Theater. These Past Few Days It Has Occurred To Me To Do A Comedy Whose Chief Characters Are Photographic Enlargements. Those People We See In Doorways. Newlyweds, Sergeants, Dead Girls, An Anonymous Crowd Full Of Mustaches And Wrinkles. It Should Be Terrible. If I Focus It Well, It Will Possess Pathos Without Consolation. In The Midst Of Those People I Will Place An Authentic Fairy.

Every Step We Take On Earth Brings Us To A New World.