Poetry, That Is To Say

All Are / Naked, None Is Safe.

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.

Conscious Writing Can Be The Death Of Poetry.

Any Writer Overwhelmingly Honest About Pleasing Himself Is Almost Sure To Please Others.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.