Even The Human Heart Is

The Poet, However, Uses These Two Crude, Primitive, Archaic Forms Of Thought (simile And Metaphor) In The Most Uninhibited Way, Because His Job Is Not To Describe Nature, But To Show You A World Completely Absorbed And Possessed By The Human Mind.

Every Human Society Possesses A Mythology Which Is Inherited, Transmitted And Diversified By Literature.

It Seems To Me That Canadian Sensibility Has Been Profoundly Disturbed, Not So Much By Our Famous Problem Of Identity, Important As That Is, As By A Series Of Paradoxes In What Confronts That Identity. It Is Less Perplexed By The Question "who Am I?" Than By Some Such Riddle As "where Is Here?

In Literature, Questions Of Fact Or Truth Are Subordinated To The Primary Literary Aims Of Producing A Structure Of Words For Its Own Sake, And The Sign-values Of Symbols Are Subordinated To Their Importance As A Structure Of Interconnected Motifs.

Nature Is Inside Art As Its Content, Not Outside As Its Model.