It Is Hardly Respectable To

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.

All Great Poetry Is Dipped In The Dyes Of The Heart.

Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A Modern, Chic, Pert Descendant Of The Goddess Dullness.

The Ghost Of The Heart Of Manred Cain And The More Murderous Brain Of Man, Still Redder Nero That Conceived The Death Of His Mother Earth, And Tore Her Womb, To Know The Place Where He Was Conceived.

I Am An Unpopular Electric Eel Set In A Pond Of Goldfish.