Poetry Is A Sleep-maker For

My Function As A Writer Is Not Story-telling But Truth-telling: To Make Things Plain.

Emile Saint-blague Had Been A Lively, Versatile Painter In His Youth, But He Had Abused His Energy By Painting Too Many Pictures; So That In What Might Have Been The Ripe Period Of His Art He Had Nothing Left But Ideas. A Man Who Has Nothing Left But Ideas May Be Of Great Service To His Friends, But He Is Of No Use At All To Himself. Emile Was Certainly An Inspiration To His Friends.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.

In Religion Is Much Tiredness Of People, A Giving Over Of Their Doing To Someone Else.

The Object Of All Religious Activity Is To Mingle The Human And The Non-human, And The Lower Gods Represent That Which Is Cast Back To The Human From The Non-human - Human Gods Merely, Practice-gods Who Embody The Errors Which Man Makes In First Conceiving The Non-human.