I Found I Could Extinguish

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

The Poet, Therefore, Is Truly The Thief Of Fire. He Is Responsible For Humanity, For Animals Even; He Will Have To Make Sure His Visions Can Be Smelled, Fondled, Listened To; If What He Brings Back From Beyond Has Form, He Gives It Form; If It Has None, He Gives It None. A Language Must Be Found…of The Soul, For The Soul And Will Include Everything: Perfumes, Sounds Colors, Thought Grappling With Thought

True Life Is Elsewhere

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.