A Little Too Much Is Just Enough

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.

Inspiration Arrived As A Result Of Profound Indolence... I Awoke With A Start And Witnessed As From A Seat In A Theatre, Three Acts Of A Potentially Awesome Play.

The Cinema Is Death At Work.

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!