In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.

Art is to be admired rather than explained. The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not precisely know why I admire a green granite, female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.

And the good writer chooses his words for their 'meaning', but that meaning is not a a set, cut-off thing like the move of knight or pawn on a chess-board. It comes up with roots, with associations, with how and where the word is familiarly used, or where it has been used brilliantly or memorably.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

small talk comes from small bones