Hell has a climate, but no situation. It lies in the spirit, and not in […]
Poetry is like fish: if it’s fresh, it’s good; if it’s stale, it’s bad; and […]
For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo […]
Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us. Osbert Sitwell
The artist, like the idiot or clown, sits on the edge of the world, and […]
In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by […]