Solitary Observation Brought Back from a Sojourn in Hell
At midnight tears
Run in your ears.
Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.
Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.
I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.
No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.
Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.
Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!