Scientist alone is true poet he gives us the moon he promises the stars he'll make us a new universe if it comes to that.

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

What came is gone forever every time

one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others

I am neither romantic nor a visionary, and that is my weakness and perhaps my power; at any rate it is one difference. In less romantic and visionary terms, I am a Jew, (with powers of introspection and eclecticism attendant, perhaps.) But I am alien to your natural grace, to the spirit which you would know as a participator in America.

what sphinx of cement and aluminium bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.