I Have One Head That

The Classroom Should Be An Entrance Into The World, Not An Escape From It.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

I'm Smiled Out, Talked Out, Quipped Out, Socialized So Far From Any Being, I Need The Weight Of Mortal Silences To Get Realized Back Into Myself.

The Public Library Is The Most Dangerous Place In Town

Spontaneous Is What You Get After The Seventeenth Draft.