Sumer Is Icumen In, Lhude Sing Cucc.

Quiet This Metal! Let The Manes Put Off Their Terror, Let Them Put Off Their Aqueous Bodies With Fire. Let Them Assume The Milk-white Bodies Of Agate. Let Them Draw Together The Bones Of The Metal.

Poetry Must Be As Well Written As Prose.

Use No Word That Under Stress Of Emotion You Could Not Actually Say.

Fit For Kings, Formal Gardens Afford An Earthly Elysium And The Odd Impression That We Mere Men Might Actually Control Nature For A Time.

A Real Building Is One On Which The Eye Can Light And Stay Lit.