I Am The Soul In Limbo.

Past And Future Monopolize The Poet’s Sensory And Intellectual Faculties, Detached From The Immediate Spectacle. These Two Philtres Become Utterly Clear The Moment One Stops Being Hypnotized By The Cloudy Precipitate Constituted By The World Of Today.

Words Have Finished Flirting. Now They Are Making Love.

At The Outset, It Is Only Liking, Not Understanding, That Matters. Gaps In Understanding ... Are Not Only Important, They Are Perhaps Even Welcome, Like Clearings In The Woods, The Better To Allow The Heart's Rays To Stream Out Without Obstacle. The Unlit Shadows Should Remain Obscure, Which Is The Very Condition Of Enchantment.

It Is Hard Not To See Into The Future, Faced With Today's Blind Architecture - A Thousand Times More Stupid And More Revolting Than That Of Other Ages. How Bored We Shall Be Inside!

It Is Living And Ceasing To Live That Are Imaginary Solutions. Existence Is Elsewhere.