"Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it g..." — Ezra Pound

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

Either move or be moved.