The Animal Has Secrets Which,

Photography, Because It Stops The Flow Of Life, Is Always Flirting With Death.

If Every Event Which Occurred Could Be Given A Name, There Would Be No Need For Stories.

My Heart Born Naked Was Swaddled In Lullabies. Later Alone It Wore Poems For Clothes. Like A Shirt I Carried On My Back The Poetry I Had Read. So I Lived For Half A Century Until Wordlessly We Met. From My Shirt On The Back Of The Chair I Learn Tonight How Many Years Of Learning By Heart I Waited For You.

The Autobiographical Doesn't Interest Me. I Could Think Of Few Things Less Interesting Than Rooting About In My Life.

Nothing In The Nature Around Us Is Evil. This Needs To Be Repeated Since One Of The Human Ways Of Talking Oneself Into Inhuman Acts Is To Cite The Supposed Cruelty Of Nature.