Rummaging In The Storehouses Of

I Believe That Misconceptions About Oneself That One Does Not Correct Where Possible Act As A Bad Magic.

Women Are Strangers In The Country Of Man.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.

The Object Of All Religious Activity Is To Mingle The Human And The Non-human, And The Lower Gods Represent That Which Is Cast Back To The Human From The Non-human - Human Gods Merely, Practice-gods Who Embody The Errors Which Man Makes In First Conceiving The Non-human.

To A Poet The Mere Making Of A Poem Can Seem To Solve The Problem Of Truth…but Only A Problem Of Art Is Solved In Poetry.