Silence Moves Faster When It's Going Backward.

Anything Of Any Importance Cannot Help But Be Unrecognizable, Since It Bears No Resemblance To Anything Already Known.

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

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

Do Not Fear Being Ridiculous In Relation To The Ridiculous.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.