Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.
A political leader worthy of assassination
I am a genius who has written poems that will survive with the best of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Keats
God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.
I have stopped being a misanthrope.
A poet is deeply conflicted and it's in his work that he reconciles those deep conflicts. The place is the harbor. It doesn't set the world in order, you know, it's the place of reconciliation. It's the Consolamentum, the kiss of peace.