Poetry exists for itself only, in the refinement of language for beauty and psychological vision. It is a created rather than fashioned
thing and represents the highest attainable self-generated thought of humankind. It is not a call to emancipation. There is no catharsis,
no exodus. This musical language is not for the average human ear, either, although it could be if people were actually interested
enough to listen. But they don't, and the tomes are stacked the highest in the pile that hasn't been read. But time is kind to poets.
Eventually, it lays waste the many contenders for the laurel crown. Poets themselves were never contenders. They knew where the lightning
strikes, because it paralyzed their souls.
— Harlen Welsh, Substitute Celery for Poetry
1979 - A Ship Named Odysseus - Floundering in the Everglades Select download format
1983 - Poems Written Under Duress Select download format
