My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.
Art is science in the flesh.
It is not inspiration; it is expiration.
The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
My only politics have been friendship.
The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.