I Am An Unpopular Electric

The Public Will Believe Anything, So Long As It Is Not Founded On Truth.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.

All Great Poetry Is Dipped In The Dyes Of The Heart.

I'm Not The Man To Baulk At A Low Smell, I'm Not The Man To Insist On Asphodel. This Sounds Like A He-fellow, Don't You Think? It Sounds Like That. I Belch, I Bawl, I Drink.

The Living Blind And Seeing Dead Together Lie As If In Love . . . There Was No More Hating Then, And No More Love; Gone Is The Heart Of Man.