Desire Is No Light Thing.

We Participate In The Creation Of The World By Decreating Ourselves.

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

Beauty Spins And The Mind Moves. To Catch Beauty Would Be To Understand How That Impertinent Stability In Vertigo Is Possible. But No, Delight Need Not Reach So Far. To Be Running Breathlessly, But Not Yet Arrived, Is Itself Delightful, A Suspended Moment Of Living Hope.

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.