Every Breath Taken In By

Every Modern Male Has, Lying At The Bottom Of His Psyche, A Large, Primitive Being Covered With Hair Down To His Feet. Making Contact With This Wild Man Is The Step The Eighties Male Or The Nineties Male Has Yet To Take. That Bucketing-out Process Has Yet To Begin In Our Contemporary Culture.

Adolescents Believe That The World Belongs To The Living, Or More Particularly To Living People Their Age, So They Feel Within Their Rights If They Destroy The Canon Or Rewrite The Fairy Stories Or Act Like Red Guards.

One Day While Studying A Yeats Poem I Decided To Write Poetry The Rest Of My Life. I Recognized That A Single Short Poem Has Room For History, Music, Psychology, Religious Thought, Mood, Occult Speculation, Character, And Events Of One's Own Life. I Still Feel Surprised That Such Various Substances Can Find Shelter And Nourishment In A Poem. A Poem In Fact May Be A Sort Of Nourishing Liquid, Such As One Uses To Keep An Amoeba Alive. If Prepared Right, A Poem Can Keep An Image Or A Thought Or Insights On History Or The Psyche Alive For Years, As Well As Our Desires And Airy Impulses.

In The Society That Has Replaced The Paternalistic Society, Women Are Able To Develop Their Independent And Social Energies Much More. That Is Good.

Rumi Is Astounding, Fertile, Abundant, Almost More An Excitable Library Of Poetry Than A Person.