Genius Is Finding The Invisible Link Between

In And Out Of My Heart Flowed My Rainbow Blood.

A Person Hoping To Become A Poet Must Have The Capacity Of Thinking Of Several Things At A Time.

The Future Is But The Obsolete In Reverse.

The Pages Are Still Blank, But There Is A Miraculous Feeling Of The Words Being There, Written In Invisible Ink And Clamoring To Become Visible.

In A Sense, All Poetry Is Positional: To Try To Express One's Position In Regard To The Universe Embraced By Consciousness, Is An Immemorial Urge. The Arms Of Consciousness Reach Out And Grope, And The Longer They Are The Better. Tentacles, Not Wings, Are Apollo's Natural Members.