I Am A Winged Creature Who Is

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

I Am So Thirsty For The Marvelous That Only The Marvelous Has Power Over Me. Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

He Understands My Pity For His Ridiculous, Humiliating Physical Necessity.

I Have An Attitude Now That Is Immovable. I Shall Remain Outside Of The World, Beyond The Temporal, Beyond All The Organizations Of The World. I Only Believe In Poetry.

The Role Of A Writer Is Not To Say What We All Can Say, But What We Are Unable To Say.