All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.

In A Museum In London There Is An Exhibit Called "the Value Of Man": A Long Coffinlike Box With Lots Of Compartments Where They've Put Starch Phosphorus Flour Bottles Of Water And Alcohol And Big Pieces Of Gelatin. I Am A Man Like That.

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.