When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
Poetry, that is to say the poetic, is a primal necessity.
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.
Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.
There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.