The Presocratic Problem [all Snap

Comfortable Means Gradually More And More Flattened Down, More And More Blunt - Less And Less Sharp And Biting Into You.

Death . . . And Now You Are Here To Fight For This Woman. You Know Her Promise Is Given. She Has To Die Or Her Husband Won't Go Free. Apollo Relax, I'm Not Breaking Any Laws. Death Why The Bow, If You're Breaking No Laws? Apollo I Always Carry A Bow, It's My Trademark.

Blessed Be They Whose Lives Do Not Taste Of Evilbut If Some God Shakes Your Houseruin Arrivesruin Does Not Leaveit Comes Tolling Over The Generationsit Comes Rolling The Black Night Salt Up From The Ocean Floorand All Your Thrashed Coasts Groan

Give Me A World, You Have Taken The World I Was.

[short Talk On Sylvia Plath] Did You See Her Mother On Television? She Said Plain, Burned Things. She Said I Thought It An Excellent Poem But It Hurt Me. She Did Not Say Jungle Fear. She Did Not Say Jungle Hatred Wild Jungle Weeping Chop It Back Chop It. She Said Self-government She Said End Of The Road. She Did Not Say Humming In The Middle Of The Air What You Came For Chop.