Hatred Isgeneralized, But Love Is For The

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

A Critic At Best Is A Waiter At The Great Table Of Literature.

The Philistine Provides The Best Definition Of Art. Anything That Makes Him Rage Is First Class.

A Good Reputation Is Better Than Fame.

There Is No Original Sin. It's All Been Done Before.