A Poem Is Like A Radio That

We Are All Exposed To The Flash Bulb Of Death.

So The Problem For The Poetic Artist Or The Photographer Is The Common Problem Of Continuous Attentiveness, Continuous Attempts To Notice What He Is Noticing, Continuous Alertness To Catch Himself Thinking Or Seeing, Devotional Attentiveness To The World He's Moving Through.

No Rest Without Love, No Sleep Without Dreams Of Love- Be Mad Or Chill Obsessed With Angels Or Machines, The Final Wish Is Love -cannot Be Bitter, Cannot Deny, Cannot Withhold If Denied: The Weight Is Too Heavy

Now I Have Enough Money To Travel Wherever I Want, But I Haven't Got The Health.

When It Snows In Your Nose, You Catch Cold In Your Brain.