“Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.” FirstsWellsLittlesLastsNightStarsImaginationDarkFeetSkyColdMoonCaliforniaDragLast NightOh WellFlare Book:The diary of James Schuyler Source: The diary of James Schuyler
“The aim of the poet, or other artist, is first to make something; and it's impossible to make something out of words and not communicate” FirstsArtistTalkingImpossiblePoetAimCommunicate Author:James Schuyler
