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The Depths Modern Art Has Been Exploring Are Mysterious Depths, Full Of Strange Fish.

Art Is Pattern Informed By Sensibility.

The Assumption Is That The Right Kind Of Society Is An Organic Being Not Merely Analogous To An Organic Being, But Actually A Living Structure With Appetites And Digestions, Instincts And Passions, Intelligence And Reason.

The Modern Poet Has No Essential Alliance With Regular Schemes Of Any Sorts.he Reserves The Right To Adapt His Rhythm To His Mood, To Modulate His Metre As He Progresses. Far From Seeking Freedom And Irresponsibility (implied By The Unfortunate Term Free Verse) He Seeks A Stricter Discipline Of Exact Concord Of Thought And Feeling.

It Will Be A Gay World. There Will Be Lights Everywhere Except In The Minds Of Men, And The Fall Of The Last Civilization Will Not Be Heard Above The Din.