The world stretches before me, the vast world of the big, the little, and the medium.
In order for sensation to accede to the objectivity of things, it must itself be changed into a thing. The agent of change is language: the sensations are turned into verbal objects.
We go along, without a fixed itinerary, yet at the same time with an end (what end?) in mind, and with the aim of reaching the end. A search for the end, a dread of the end: the obverse and the reverse of the same act.
Poetry, whatever the manifest content of the poem, is always a violation of the rationalism and morality of bourgeois society.
John Jay Chapman
Freeman A. Hrabowski III