A Great Poet Does Not Express His

Human Beings Everywhere In The World Are Affected By The Global Media Now. Still, What I Have Noticed In The East Asia, In The Indigenous World, Alaska In Particular, And In Back Country Farm And Ranch Country, Is A Higher Sense Of Etiquette, And More Respectful Manners. Urban Middle Class Cosmopolitan World Peoples Of All Races Have Become Speedy And Rude. This Is A Pretty Big Generalization Though.

We . . . Must Try To Live Without Causing Unnecessary Harm, Not Just To Fellow Humans But To All Beings. We Must Try Not To Be Stingy, Or To Exploit Others. There Will Be Enough Pain In The World As It Is.

As A Poet I Hold The Most Archaic Values On Earth . . . The Fertility Of The Soil, The Magic Of Animals, The Power-vision In Solitude, The Terrifying Initiation And Rebirth, The Love And Ecstasy Of The Dance, The Common Work Of The Tribe. I Try To Hold Both History And The Wilderness In Mind, That My Poems May Approach The True Measure Of Things And Stand Against The Unbalance And Ignorance Of Our Times.

Will Be But Corpses Dressed In Frocks, Who Cannot Speak To Birds Or Rocks.

I Hold The Most Archaic Values On Earth ... The Fertility Of The Soul, The Magic Of The Animals, The Power-vision In Solitude.... The Love And Ecstasy Of The Dance, The Common Work Of The Tribe.