No Verse Is Libre For The Man

Wars In Old Times Were Made To Get Slaves. The Modern Implement Of Imposing Slavery Is Debt.

The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The Image.

The Modern Artist Must Live By Craft And Violence. His Gods Are Violent Gods. Those Artists, So Called, Whose Work Does Not Show This Strife, Are Uninteresting.

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.

Yet The Companions Of The Muses Will Keep Their Collective Nose In My Books And Weary With Historical Data, They Will Turn To My Dance Tune.