Better Authentic Mammon Than A

Time Was Away And Somewhere Else, There Were Two Glasses And Two Chairs And Two People With One Pulse.

A Fortress Against Ideas And Against The Shuddering Insidious Shock Of The Theory-vendors The Little Sardine Men Crammed In A Monster Toy Who Tilt Their Aggregate Beast Against Our Crumbling Troy.

In My Own Prejudice.. I Would Have Of A Poet...whose Worlds Would Not Be Too Esoteric..fond Of Talking....capable Of Pity And Laughter..appreciative Of Womem..involved In Personal Relationships...susceptible To Physical Impressions

Let Them Not Make Me A Stone And Let Them Not Spill Me, Otherwise Kill Me.

World Is Crazier And More Of It Than We Think, Incorrigibly Plural.