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[...] you say you feel this madness. what do you do when it comes upon you?

I write poetry.

is poetry madness?

non-poetry is ugliness.

what is ugly?

to each man, someting different.

does ugliness belong?

it's there.

does it belong?

I don't know, sir.

you pretend knowledge. what is knowledge?

knowing as little as possible.

how can that be?

I don't know, sir.

can you build a bridge?

no, sir.

can you make a gun?

no, sir.

these things are the products of knowledge.

these things are bridges and guns.