Poetry Must Be As Well Written As

It Is More Than Likely That The Brain Itself Is, In Origin And Development, Only A Sort Of Great Clot Of Genital Fluid Held In Suspense Or Reserved. This Hypothesis Would Explain The Enormous Content Of The Brain As A Maker Or Presenter Of Images.

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

Great Literature Is Simply Language Charged With Meaning To The Utmost Possible Degree.

It Is Better To Present One Image In A Lifetime Than To Produce Voluminous Work. Image...that Which Presents An Intellectual And Emotional Complex In An Instant Of Time.