Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.

History must stay open, it is all humanity.

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.

But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.