And To Shakespeare I Owe

For Me A Poem Has To Sing Out Of Itself And The Lilt Of It Carries The Magic.

I Had A Toy Theater And A Magic Lantern, And When I Was Eight I Built A Stage For Theatricals In The Attic.

Everything Is Song. Everything Is Silence. Since It All Turns Out To Be Illusion, Perfectly Being What It Is, Having Nothing To Do With Good Or Bad, You Are Free To Die Laughing.

Life's Major Challenge: Getting Reborn Often Enough.

Ultimately I Have Learned More About Poetry, From Music And Magic Than From Literature.