It Is Not Inspiration; It

Everyone's Pet Is The Most Outstanding. This Begets Mutual Blindness.

Watch Yourself All Your Life In A Mirror And You'll See Death At Work Like Bees In A Glass Hive.

The Poet Is A Liar Who Always Speaks The Truth.

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.