This Is No Book. Whoever

The Worst Mistake I Made Was That Stupid, Suburban Prejudice Of Anti-semitism.

I Desired My Dust To Be Mingled With Yours Forever And Forever And Forever.

Somebody Said That I Am The Last American Living The Tragedy Of Europe.

And New York Is The Most Beautiful City In The World? It Is Not Far From It. No Urban Night Is Like The Night There... Squares After Squares Of Flame, Set Up And Cut Into The Aether. Here Is Our Poetry, For We Have Pulled Down The Stars To Our Will.

The History Of An Art Is The History Of Masterwork, Not Of Failures, Or Mediocrity.