Why Should I Not Sit,

All Culture Developed As Some Wild, Raw Creature Strived To Live Better And Longer.

One Thing I Do Know Is That Poetry, To Be Understood, Must Be Clear.

The Poem In Which The Reader Does Not Feel Himself Or Herself A Participant Is A Lecture, Listened To From An Uncomfortable Chair, In A Stuffy Room, Inside A Building.

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

There Is A Notion That Creative People Are Absent-minded, Reckless, Heedless Of Social Customs And Obligations. It Is, Hopefully, True For They Are In Another World Altogether.