Hatred Makes Me Energetic, But Confused.

Compassion Brings Us To A Stop, And For A Moment We Rise Above Ourselves.

In New York, Pretending To Be Above The Struggle Means No Seat On The Bus And A Table Next To The Kitchen.

Fastidious Taste Makes Enjoyment A Struggle.

Innovation Violates Tradition--attacks It In Public And Steals From It In Private.

Title Deeds Generally Outlast Poems.