If the poet can no longer speak for society, but only for himself, then we are at the last ditch.
Henry MillerShe may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like mad through a field of stubble, one shoe one, one shoe off, a man named Corn Cob pursuing her hotly. Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.
Henry MillerThe worst sin that can be committed against the artist is to take him at his word, to see in his work a fulfillment instead of an horizon.
Henry MillerI thought, when I came upon her, that I was seizing hold of life... Instead I lost hold of life completely. I reached out for something to attach myself to - and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for - myself.
Henry Miller