The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive. It is confusing and destructive to try and explain anything in terms of anything else, poetry in terms of psychology.

The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.

Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent?

Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia.

Prose exists to convey meaning, and no meaning such as prose conveys can be expressed as well in poetry. That's not poetry's purpose.

But their determination to banish fools foundered ultimately in the installation of absolute idiots.

The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion; and the confusion is infectious and destructive. It is confusing and destructive to try and explain anything in terms of anything else, poetry in terms of psychology.