I truly hate marketing promotions, and I don't at all approve of encouraging wannabe poets to write bad poetry.

The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics.

I've cancelled all my subscriptions to poetry magazines. I prefer to read the 'New Scientist.'

I don't approve of sunbathing, and it's bad for you.

The productions of all arts are kinds of poetry and their craftsmen are all poets.

The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought