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On The Whole, Love Comes With The Speed Of Light; Separation, With That Of Sound.

A Poet Is A Combination Of An Instrument And A Human Being In One Person, With The Former Gradually Taking Over The Latter. The Sensation Of This Takeover Is Responsible For Timbre; The Realization Of It, For Destiny.

I Am Quite Prepared To Die Here [in Ny]. It Doesn't Matter At All. I Don't Know Better Places, Or Perhaps If I Do I Am Not Prepared To Make A Move.

Every Life Has A File, If You Will.

The Poetic Notion Of Infinity Is Far Greater Than That Which Is Sponsored By Any Creed.