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In Verse One Can Take Any Damn Constant One Likes, One Can Alliterate, Or Assone, Or Rhyme, Or Quant, Or Smack, Only One Must Leave The Other Elements Irregular.

Song In The Manner Of Housman" O Woe, Woe, People Are Born And Die, We Also Shall Be Dead Pretty Soon Therefore Let Us Act As If We Were Dead Already. The Bird Sits On The Hawthorn Tree But He Dies Also, Presently. Some Lads Get Hung, And Some Get Shot. Woeful Is This Human Lot. Woe! Woe, Etcetera.... London Is A Woeful Place, Shropshire Is Much Pleasanter. Then Let Us Smile A Little Space Upon Fond Nature's Morbid Grace. Oh, Woe, Woe, Woe, Etcetera.

Take The Serious Side Of Disney, The Confucian Side Of Disney. It's In Having Taken An Ethoswhere You Have The Values Of Courage And Tenderness Asserted In A Way That Everybody Can Understand. You Have Got An Absolute Genius There. You Have Got A Greater Correlation Of Nature Than You Have Had Since The Time Of Alexander The Great.

I Consider Criticism Merely A Preliminary Excitement, A Statement Of Things A Writer Has To Clear Up In His Own Head Sometime Or Other, Probably Antecedent To Writing; Of No Value Unless It Come To Fruit In The Created Work Later.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry