First Thought, Best Thought.

Taxi September Along Jessore Road Oxcart Skeletons Drag Charcoal Load Past Watery Fields Thru Rain Flood Ruts Dung Cakes On Treetrunks, Plastic-roof Huts Wet Processions Families Walk Stunted Boys Big Heads Don't Talk Look Bony Skulls & Silent Round Eyes Starving Black Angels In Human Disguise.

Fortunately Art Is A Community Effort - A Small But Select Community Living In A Spiritualized World Endeavoring To Interpret The Wars And The Solitudes Of The Flesh.

Nobody Saves America By Sniffing Cocaine. Jiggling Your Knees Blankeyed In The Rain, When It Snows In Your Nose You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Democracy! Bah! When I Hear That I Reach For My Feather Boa!

The Suffering Itself Is Not So Bad; It's The Resentment Against Suffering That Is The Real Pain.