[Redbook2:170-171][19801113:2310a]{This Book}[13th
November 1980]
19801113.2310
[continued]
And
is this*, too, a conceit, in either main sense? Perhaps; but it is my
own, and it is my own Book. My prose works elsewhere I write
according to my own direction, but to stand in the World or fall, and
if the World reject them, I may reject it, but I cannot complain of
ill-treatment for myself. My poems, so little as they are, are pure
of myself, for the most part, and criticism has no relevance or
standing: their validity is in their existence as an expression of
myself, not in their relation to others. This Book is for myself:
others may read it and draw their own conclusions, but unlike the
other prose works it is not meant for them. So tiptoe walk, and talk
in whispers.
*[See last previous entry]
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