Art Is Not Living. It Is The

What Are The Words You Do Not Yet Have? What Do You Need To Say? What Are The Tyrannies You Swallow Day By Day And Attempt To Make Your Own, Until You Will Sicken And Die Of Them, Still In Silence.

Poetry Is The Way We Help Give Name To The Nameless So It Can Be Thought.

In Other Words, I Would Be Giving In To A Myth Of Sameness Which I Think Can Destroy Us.

I Have Died Too Many Deaths That Were Not Mine.

. . . It Is Through Poetry That We Give Name To Those Ideas Which Are-until The Poem-nameless And Formless, About To Be Birthed, But Already Felt.