Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because

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

All Myth Is An Enriched Pattern, A Two-faced Proposition, Allowing Its Operator To Say One Thing And Mean Another, To Lead A Double Life. Hence The Notion Found Early In Ancient Thought That All Poets Are Liars. And From The True Lies Of Poetry Trickled Out A Question. What Really Connects Words And Things?

I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person, So I Don't Gravitate To Groups Or Traditions, Which Is Probably Just Pretentious Of Me.

You Can Never Know Enough, Never Work Enough, Never Use The Infinitives And Participles Oddly Enough, Never Impede The Movement Harshly Enough, Never Leave The Mind Quickly Enough.

Do You Remember When They Taught Cursive In Schools? I Think They Don't Anymore. But I Still Enjoy It - Just The Physical Act And All The - The Whole Business Of Making A Thing Out Of Language.