What We Do Battle With Is So

When We Are Only Victorious Over Small Things, It Leaves Us Feeling Small.

With Poems One Accomplishes So Little When One Writes Them Early. One Should Hold Off And Gather Sense And Sweetness A Whole Life Long, A Long Life If Possible, And Then, Right At The End, One Could Perhaps Write Ten Lines That Are Good.

To Write Rhythmic Prose One Must Go Deep Into Oneself And Find The Anonymous And Multiple Rhythm Of The Blood. Prose Needs To Be Built Like A Cathedral. There, One Is Truly Without A Name, Without Ambition, Without Help; On Scaffoldings, Alone With One's Consciousness.

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.

Beauty Is Only The Start Of Bearable Terror.