I Saw The Best Minds

The Only Thing That Can Save The World Is The Reclaiming Of The Awareness Of The World. That's What Poetry Does. By Poetry I Mean The Imagining Of What Has Been Lost And What Can Be Found - The Imagining Of Who We Are And The Slow Realization Of It.

How Sick I Am! That Thought Always Comes To Me With Horror. Is It This Strange For Everybody? But Such Fugitive Feelings Have Always Been My Metier.

I Want To Be A Saint, A Real Saint While I Am Young, For There Is So Much Work To Do.

This Is The One And Only Firmament; Therefore It Is The Absolute World. There Is No Other World. The Circle Is Complete. I Am Living In Eternity. The Ways Of This World Are The Ways Of Heaven.

So The Problem For The Poetic Artist Or The Photographer Is The Common Problem Of Continuous Attentiveness, Continuous Attempts To Notice What He Is Noticing, Continuous Alertness To Catch Himself Thinking Or Seeing, Devotional Attentiveness To The World He's Moving Through.