I've Been Around Jazz And

There Have Always Been Those Who, Though They See Tragedy As The Outcome Of Freedom, Will Nevertheless Judge That Tragedy Is Not Too High A Price To Pay.

Did You Know I Staged The First Performance In America Of At The Hawk's Well?

Love Is The Garment Of Knowledge.

Harvey , Galileo , Copernicus Do Not Seem Occult To Us, But They Did So To Their Contemporaries, Hierophants Of The Mysteries Of Natural Law, Revealers Of The Secrets Of A New Order Of The Ages. After All, The Movement Eventually Came To Be Called The Age Of Enlightenment.

Now I Know Surely And Forever, However Much I Have Blotted Our Waking Love, Its Memory Is Still There. And I Know The Web, The Net, The Blind And Crippled Bird. For Then, For One Brief Instant It Was Not Blind, Nor Trapped, Not Crippled. For One Heart Beat The Heart Was Free And Moved Itself. O Love, I Who Am Lost And Damned With Words, Whose Words Are A Business And An Art, I Have No Words. These Words, This Poem, This Is All Confusion And Ignorance. But I Know That Coached By Your Sweet Heart, My Heart Beat One Free Beat And Sent Through All My Flesh The Blood Of Truth.