People Will Always Make Comparisons.

Clouds Are No Deterrent. Clouds Intensify The Drama, Trap And Shape The Light.

One Of My Earliest Memories As A Reader - I Don't Know How Old I Was, Quite Young - Was A Poem Of His, Called "fog," And I Remember The First Verse, "the Fog Comes / On Little Cat Feet".

I Marched And I Protested Against The War In Vietnam, Along With Many, Many Thousands Of Others. But I Never Quite Understood The Bombs That Were Placed In Science Labs Or Office Buildings.

Never Underestimate The Power Of The State To Act Out Its Own Massive Fantasies.

To Be A Tourist Is To Escape Accountability.