How do you ruin great dramas of the immortal bard or the aesthetic enlightening of Oscar Wilde, the macabre visions of Poe or King or Lovecraft and even you cannot deny the phenomenal impact of Hemingway or the spontaneous Kerouac tell me how one would take away the enjoyment of these scriptures ?

Become a playwright I said better yet become a Novelist

How can one ruin the political gospel of Pablo Neruda or the dirty realism of Bukowski, the female prowess of Emily Dickinson or the transcendentalism of Whitman he asked?

Become a Poet I told him

Tell me how to destroy the great safaris of Africa or traversing the world with its dancing lights of aurora or the immortal roads of America, the pure snow of the Antarctic or the great mountains, the uninhabitable archipelagos with unknown mysteries and life or the seas that swallow by night but love greatly in the morning

Find a home I said

And is it not impossible to rob the pleasure of a woman's touch, her scent detectable in the eye of a thousand factories, nourishable and life giving breast, her voice that serenades, and her warmth that comforts even the most suicidal or her joys that give eternal orgasms?

Fall in Love I told him