As for painters, Alessandro Magnasco, Jacopo Bassano, and Jan Vermeer. Duane I write for the same reason as did Artaud, to get out of hell. The human race has turned this beautiful and exciting earth into an ugly and dull hell. I write as I do because I love words, words so often hated by the popular mind. Duane Since today the underground is really the ordinary and commonplace, I look for a change.
Poets can only stand so much quotidian writing.
I see in the future, the birth of intense and complex poets who will disdain the tepidity so prevalent in current poetry and struggle to create more enriched and intense verbal expressions. This poets will be sensitive to the radical singularity of the concrete particular and eschew universals and absolutes. What a strange question. I have no concern for fantasies. I want realities.