No escape,
No such thing; to dream of new dimensions,
Cheating checkmate by painting the king's robe
So that he slides like a queen.
Robert Graves-The Castle
We have come to be governed by the unholy triumdivate of Pluto god of wealth, Apollo god of science, and Mercury god of thieves
Robert Graves–The White Goddess
Philosophy is antipoetic. Philosophize about mankind and you brush aside individual uniqueness, which a poet cannot do without self-damage. Unless, for a start, he has a strong personal rhythm to vary his metrics, he is nothing. Poets mistrust philosophy. They know that once the heads are counted, each owner of a head loses his personal identify and becomes a number in some government scheme: if not as a slave or serf, at least as a party to the device of majority voting, which smothers personal views.
Robert Graves-"The Case for Xanthippe" in The Crane Bag (1969)
No escape,
No such thing; to dream of new dimensions,
Cheating checkmate by painting the king's robe
So that he slides like a queen.
Robert Graves-The Castle
