At The Heart Of All Great Art

Death Laid Its Eggs In The Wound

Angel And Muse Approach From Without; The Angel Sheds Light And The Muse Gives Form (hesiod Learned Of Them). Gold Leaf Or Chiton-folds: The Poet Finds His Models In His Laurel Coppice. But The Duende, On The Other Hand, Must Come To Life In The Nethermost Recesses Of The Blood.

Life Is Laughter Amid A Rosary Of Death.

A Poet Must Be A Professor Of The Five Senses And Must Open Doors Among Them.

Everything's A Fan. Brother, Open Up Your Arms. God Is The Pivot.