I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places.
Where then shall hope and fear their objects find?
The gray glaze of the past attacks all know-how...
until only infinity remained of beauty
I listen to music a great deal. In a way, it's trying to express things that can't be expressed in words. That's something that interests me, too. Even though I use words to express myself, I am trying to, it seems to me, get beyond that.
Much that is beautiful must be discarded So that we may resemble a taller Impression of ourselves.