you go too far, marlowe.

“ In drawing rooms and little magazines I celebrated the cult with a sense of sanctuary such as a Medieval Jew must have found the ghetto, my voice taking on the modulations which tell of the capitulation to snobbery and the removal from the ‘common sort’; my poetry exhibiting the objects made as divine and tyrannical as the Catholic church has made the bones of saints, and bread and wine, tyrannical ” - robert duncan