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One Writes Because One Has A Burning Desire To Objectify What It Is Indispensable To One's Happiness To Express.

I Wonder What Adam And Eve Think Of It By This Time.

Everything I Have Written Is The Result Of Reading Or Of Interest In People.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.