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"A story is told according to which Saint-Pol-Roux, in times gone by, used to have a notice posted on the door of his manor house in Camaret, every evening before he went to sleep, which read: THE POET IS WORKING."  --from André Breton's Manifesto of Surrealism

Then this: "I had a sneaking suspicion..that from the viewpoint of poetry I was off on the wrong road, but I hedged my bet as best I could, defying lyricism with salvos of definitions and formulas...and pretending to search for an application of poetry to advertising (I went so far as to claim that the world would end, not with a good book, but with a beautiful advertisement for heaven or for hell)."

And maybe more later. 

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Where are your manners?

I once read a book called, "Poetry is one of the dangerous Trades." it was very serious... hope humor tansfixes this messege.

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