Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.

I Lose And Find Myself In The Long Water. I Am Gathered Together Once More.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.