I have no fondness for pure form at all.
Poetry is either language lit up by life or life lit up by language
It is Australian innocence to love The naturally excessive and be proud Of a thoroughbred gelding who ran fast.
In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.
I am moving deeper into my own brain.
Love without sex is still the most efficient form of hell known to man.