Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still.

Composing on the typewriter, I find that I am sloughing off all my long sentences which I used to dote upon. Short, staccato, like modern French prose. The typewriter makes for lucidity, but I am not sure that it encourages subtlety.

Distracted from distraction by distraction

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.