The ninth face smiling

One poem in this collection, judged by its imagery and theme, could very aptly be entitled 'The Bird Shit Theory of Art.' That title I deemed somewhat cute, and called it instead, 'Yet Another Theory of Art.' But I wondered for some time from what digested ideas of others-- what seeds, if that doesn't push too hard against the limits of the metaphor--this theory of mine, which stands behind much of my poetry, had grown. [...]