The Supreme Morality Of Art

You Must Be Careful Not To Deprive The Poem Of Its Wild Origin.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

Poetry Is Ultimately Mythology, The Telling Of Stories Of The Soul. The Old Myths, The Old Gods, The Old Heroes Have Never Died. They Are Only Sleeping At The Bottom Of Our Minds, Waiting For Our Call. We Have Need Of Them, For In Their Sum They Epitomize The Wisdom And Experience Of The Race.

Poetry Is The Enemy Of The Poem.

The Poem In The Head Is Always Perfect. Resistance Begins When You Try To Convert It Into Language.