Making Art In America Is

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

Poetry: Three Mismatched Shoes At The Entrance Of A Dark Alley.

Wanted: A Needle Swift Enough To Sew This Poem Into A Blanket.

A 'truth' Detached And Purified Of Pleasures Of Ordinary Life Is Not Worth A Damn In My View. Every Grand Theory And Noble Sentiment Ought To Be First Tested In The Kitchen-and Then In Bed, Of Course.

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.