Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection,

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

My Method Is Simple: Not To Bother About Poetry. It Must Come Of Its Own Accord. Merely Whispering Its Name Drives It Away.