Use No Word That Under Stress Of

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.

Here Is Our Poetry, For We Have Pulled Down The Stars To Our Will.

Utter Originality Is, Of Course, Out Of The Question.

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.

America Is A Lunatic Asylum.