Poetry Can Only Be Made

We Do Not Live In A Centred Space Any More, But Have To Create Our Own Centres.

Writers Don't Seem To Benefit Much By The Advance Of Science, Although They Thrive On Superstitions Of All Kinds.

A Public That Tries To Do Without Criticism, And Asserts That It Knows What It Wants Or Likes, Brutalizes The Arts And Loses Its Cultural Memory. Art For Art's Sake Is A Retreat From Criticism Which Ends In An Impoverishment Of Civilized Life Itself.

Most Of My Writing Consists Of An Attempt To Translate Aphorisms Into Continuous Prose.

In The World Of The Imagination, Anything Goes That's Imaginatively Possible, But Nothing Really Happens.