The Truth Is Dark Under

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

Found Objects, Chance Creations, Ready-mades (mass-produced Items Promoted Into Art Objects, Such As Duchamp's "fountain"-urinal As Sculpture) Abolish The Separation Between Art And Life. The Commonplace Is Miraculous If Rightly Seen.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

Inside My Empty Bottle I Was Constructing A Lighthouse While All Others Were Making Ships.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.