I Believe That Misconceptions About Oneself That

There Can Be No Literary Equivalent To Truth.

Poetry Is A Sleep-maker For That Which Sits Up Late In Us Listening For The Footfall Of The Future On To-day's Doorstep.

All Literature Is Written By The Old To Teach The Young How To Express Themselves So That They In Turn May Write Literature To Teach The Old How To Express Themselves. All Literature Is Written By Mentally Precocious Adolescents And By Mentally Precocious Senescents.

Truth Rings No Bells.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.