Can You Remember? When We Thought The

Lying Is Done With Words And Also With Silence.

The Liar Often Suffers From Amnesia. Amnesia Is The Silence Of The Unconscious.

I Do Not Think [poetry] Is More, Or Less, Necessary Than Food, Shelter, Health, Education, Decent Working Conditions. It Is As Necessary.

I Am The Androgyne, I Am The Living Mind You Fail To Describe In Your Dead Language The Lost Noun, The Verb Surviving Only In The Infinitive The Letters Of My Name Are Written Under The Lids Of The Newborn Child

The Mind's Passion Is All For Singling Out. Obscurity Has Another Tale To Tell.