A Taste Older Than Meat,

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

I Am Quite Alone. I Am Neither Happy Nor Unhappy; I Lie Suspended Like A Hair Or A Feather In The Cloudy Mixtures Of Memory.

…i Once Found A List Of Diseases As Yet Unclassified By Medical Science, And Among These There Occurred The Word Islomania, Which Was Described As A Rare But By No Means Unknown Affliction Of Spirit. There Are People…who Find Islands Somehow Irresistible. The Mere Knowledge That They Are On An Island, A Little World Surrounded By The Sea, Fills Them With An Indescribable Intoxication. These Born “islomanes”…are Direct Descendents Of The Atlanteans

We Should Tackle Reality In A Slightly Jokey Way, Otherwise We Miss Its Point.