Don't Cudgel Your Brains Over My Little

The Word 'pure' Has Never Revealed An Intelligent Meaning To Me. I Can Only Use The Word To Quench An Optical Thirst For Purity In The Transparencies That Evoke It - In Bubbles, In A Volume Of Water, And In The Imaginary Latitudes Entrenched, Beyond Reach, At The Very Center Of A Dense Crystal.

Look For A Long Time At What Pleases You, And A Longer Time At What Pains You.

One Keeps Forgetting Old Age Up To The Very Brink Of The Grave.

A Few Days Later, I Found My Mother Beneath The Tree, Motionless With Excitement, Her Head Turned Toward The Heavens In Which She Would Allow Human Religions No Place.

There Are Connoisseurs Of Blue Just As There Are Connoisseurs Of Wine.