Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.

I Speak To You. You Speak To Me. Is That Fragile?

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions Of Weakness

The Process Of Writing A Poem Represents Work Done On The Self Of The Poet, In Order To Make Form.

The World Is Not Made Of Molecules, The World Is Made Of Stories.