The Art Of One Period

But Childhood Prolonged, Cannot Remain A Fairyland. It Becomes A Hell.

No More Pronouncements On Lousy Verse. No More Hidden Competition. No More Struggling Not To Be A Square.

It Is Through The Acceptance Of A Variety Of Aethetic And Intellectual Points Of View That A Culture Is Given Breadth And Density.

O Remember In Your Narrowing Dark Hours That More Things Move Than Blood In The Heart.

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.