A World Ends When Its

A Poem Should Be Wordless As The Flight Of Birds.

History, Like A Badly Constructed Concert Hall, Has Occasional Dead Spots Where The Music Can't Be Heard.

Conventional Wisdom Notwithstanding, There Is No Reason Either In Football Or In Poetry Why The Two Should Not Meet In A Man's Life If He Has The Weight And Cares About The Words.

You Burned The City Of London In Our Houses And We Felt The Flames.

Writers . . . Write To Give Reality To Experience.