In almost every age, it is best to hide a new truth in
some form which the professionals will ignore.

Luciferian pride. Poetry is a canyon through which once
flowed all the news, knowledge, dreams & prophecies
of humanity; now there's only a lyric trickle at the
bottom--& nothing you write is going to change it
back.

I image a brawl in which ten million poets fight to the
death for access to the last reader of poetry. (Who then
peruses the tattered page & asks: "But what does it
mean?")

The equivocal relation between poets & musicians--
as if apples were worth a million dollars, & oranges
considered not even worth picking up off the ground.

Intuition is direct perception of context. Theory
& Practice, Intuition & Experience: dialectical opposites.
Theory & Intuition are Contraries.

Cats may not laugh, but i think they possess a sense
of irony. The cat who, from the doorway of an open
garage, watches the rain come down--is surely savoring
the contrast with her own dry state.

from Erich Fromm, The Anatomy of Human Destructive-
ness (footnote):

"The term 'necrophilous', to denote a character trait rather than
a perverse act in the traditional sense, was used by the Spanish
philosopher Miguel de Unamuno in 1936 on the occasion of a
speech by the nationalist general Millan Astray at the University
of Salamanca, where Unamuno was rector at the beginning of
the Spanish Civil War. The general's favorite motto was 'Viva
la muerte!' (Long live Death) and one of his followers shouted
it from the back of the hall. When the general had finished his
speech, Unamuno rose and said: 'Just now I heard a necrophilous
and senseless cry: "Long live Death!" And I, who have spent my
life shaping paradoxes which have aroused the uncomprehending
anger of others, I must tell you, as an expert authority, that this
outlandish paradox is repellant to me. General Millan Astray is
a cripple. Let it be said without any slighting undertone. He is a
war invalid. So was Cervantes. Unfortunately there are many
cripples in Spain just now. And soon there will be even more of
them if God does not come to our aid. It pains me to think that
General Millan Astray should dictate the pattern of mass psychology.
A cripple who lacks the spiritual greatness of Cervantes is wont
to seek ominous relief in causing mutilation around him.' At this
Millan Astray was unable to restrain himself any longer. 'Abajo la
inteligencia!' (Down with intelligence) he shouted. 'Long live Death!"
There was a clamor of support for this remark from the Falangists.
But Unamuno went on: 'This is the temple of the intellect. And I
am its high priest. It is you who profane its sacred precincts. You
will win, because you have more than enough brute force. But
you will not convince. For to convince you need to persuade.
And in order to persuade you would need what you lack: Reason
and Right in the struggle. I consider it futile to exhort you to
think of Spain. I have done.' (Unamuno remained under house
arrest until his death a few months later.)"
[Nowadays, of course, such embarassments are no longer
possible--those who disagree are not even allowed within
sight of the Potus.]