In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Most of us live in a world that has ceased to exist.

Lying just for the fun of it is either art or pathology.

Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.

Emblem: the carapace of the great crowned snail is painted with all the flags of the United Nations.

Now defined as art, the totem has lost cult, taboo, and custom.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.