If A Poet Has A Dream, It

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

When A Work Appears To Be Ahead Of Its Time, It Is Only The Time That Is Behind The Work.

Enough Of Clouds, Waves, Aquariums, Water-sprites And Nocturnal Scents; What We Need Is Music Of The Earth, Everyday Music..music One Can Live In Like A House.

The Smell Of Opium Is The Least Stupid Smell In The World.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.