Poets arguing about modern poetry: jackals snarling over a dried-up well.
In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.
The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.
Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be discovered.
It is a mistake to expect good work from expatriates for it is not what they do that matters but what they are not doing.