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The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

When A Work Appears To Be Ahead Of Its Time, It Is Only The Time That Is Behind The Work.

Compromise Yourself. Obscure Your Own Trail.

Not Only Should You Not Accept A Prize. You Should Not Try To Deserve One Either.