He [the Cat] Wound Himself

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

A Man With A Talent Does What Is Expected Of Him, Makes His Way, Constructs, Is An Engineer, A Composer, A Builder Of Bridges. It's The Natural Order Of Things That He Construct Objects Outside Himself And His Family. The Woman Who Does So Is Aberrant. We Have To Expiate For This Cursed Talent Someone Handed Out To Us, By Mistake, In The Black Mystery Of Genetics.

Routine Is Not A Prison, But The Way Into Freedom From Time.

Poetry Has A Way Of Teaching One What One Needs To Know ... If One Is Honest.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.