That against which it moves, ventures, alters and renews itself. It is through it that the poem keeps in touch with history. Verse is nothing more but the speeding up or the slowing down of prose. The pulse of language alters its rhythms in the way as the subject changes marshalling yards. Both loose and entangled, poetry is manifold.
Poetry is high tech.
The simultaneous art of overhanging and centring. One must hit the bull on invisible targets. Poetic art is stochastic. It compels to aim accurately facing the indeterminate. One should work together both limit and limitlessness.