Everything is discursive opinion instead of direct experience.

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.

Only silence perfects silence.

I take the walk to be the externalization of an interior seeking so that the analogy is first of all between the external and the internal.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values

The walk liberating, I was released from forms, from the perpendiculars, straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds of thought into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends of sight.