The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than

It Seems To Me That This Is The True Test For Poetry: - That It Should Go Beneath Experience, As Prose Can Never Do, And Awaken An Apprehension Of Things We Have Never, And Can Never, Know In The Actuality.

So Long As One Is Able To Pose One Has Still Much To Learn About Suffering.

Violence Commands Both Literature And Life, And Violence Is Always Crude And Distorted.

I Hated The Things They Believe In, The Things They So Innocently And Charmingly Pretended. I Hated The Sanctimonious Piety That Let People Hurt Helpless Creatures. I Hated The Prayers And The Hymns - The Fountains And The Red Images That Coloured Their Drab Music, The Fountains Filled With Blood, The Sacrifice Of The Lamb.

The Truth Is I've Got The Land On My Back, An' It's Drivin' Me. Land Is A Hard Driver.