Evidently The Arts, All The Visual Arts,

There Is Also Poetry Written To Be Shouted In A Square In Front Of An Enthusiastic Crowd. This Occurs Especially In Countries Where Authoritarian Regimes Are In Power.

Against The Dark Background Of This Contemporary Civilization Of Well-being, Even The Arts Tend To Mingle, To Lose Their Identity.

Too Many Lives Are Needed To Make Just One.

It Has Often Been Observed That The Repercussion Of Poetic Language On Prose Language Can Be Considered A Decisive Cut Of A Whip.

I Am Perhaps A Late Follower Of Zoroaster And I Believe That The Foundation Of Life Is Built Upon The Struggle Between The Two Opposing Forces Of Good And Evil.