I Would Talk In Iambic

History Is Where Tensions Were.

We Think About Sex Obsessively Except During The Act, When Our Minds Tend To Wander.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

When You Write It Doesn't Occur To You That Somebody Could Think Different From What You Do.

Nothing In The Universe Can Travel At The Speed Of Light, They Say, Forgetful Of The Shadow's Speed.