The Art Of One Period Cannot Be

I Cannot Believe That The Inscrutable Universe Turns On An Axis Of Suffering; Surely The Strange Beauty Of The World Must Somewhere Rest On Pure Joy!

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

I Hope That One Or Two Immortal Lyrics Will Come Out Of All This Tumbling Around.

Because Language Is The Carrier Of Ideas, It Is Easy To Believe That It Should Be Very Little Else Than Such A Carrier.

No More Pronouncements On Lousy Verse. No More Hidden Competition. No More Struggling Not To Be A Square.