If We Are To Preserve Culture We

Whatever Our Creed Or Belief, We All Know That There Is No Way Back, That We Must Fight Our Way Through.

People Accept A Representation In Which The Elements Of Wish And Fantasy Are Purposely Included But Which Nevertheless Proclaims To Represent "the Past" And To Serve As A Guide-rule For Life, Thereby Hopelessly Confusing The Spheres Of Knowledge And Will.

Systematic Philosophical And Practical Anti-intellectualism Such As We Are Witnessing Appears To Be Something Truly Novel In The History Of Human Culture.

If A Serious Statement Is Defined As One That May Be Made In Terms Of Waking Life, Poetry Will Never Rise To The Level Of Seriousness. It Lies Beyond Seriousness, On That More Primitive And Original Level Where The Child, The Animal, The Savage, And The Seer Belong, In The Region Of Dream, Enchantment, Ecstasy, Laughter. To Understand Poetry We Must Be Capable Of Donning The Child's Soul Like A Magic Cloak And Of Forsaking Man's Wisdom For The Child's.

We Are Living In A Demented World. And We Know It. It Would Not Come As A Surprise To Anyone If Tomorrow The Madness Gave Way To Afrenzy Which Would Leave Our Poor Europe In A State Of Distracted Stupor, With Engines Still Turning And Flags Streaming In The Breeze, But With The Spirit Gone.