Either move or be moved.

I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.