Planning To Write Is Not

The Poem Is A Cry Of The Unborn Heart. Yes, Because The Poem Perfectly Embodies The World, There Is No World Without Poem.

The Images Of Things Are Not The Things In Themselves.

Every Major Work Of Art Is A Transgression, But The Artist Is Not Necessarily, By Nature, A Transgressor.

Uncharged With Invisible Meaning, The Visible Is Nothing, Mere Clay; And Without Visible Circumstance, A Territory, To Connect To, Our Spirit Is Shapeless, Nameless, And Undefined.

It Is The Immigrant Hordes Who Keep This Country Alive, The Waves Of Them Arriving Year After Year.... Who Believes In America More Than The People Who Run Down The Gangplank And Kiss The Ground?