Historically, I Guess That's How Science Fiction

The Poems ... Are Moments When I Had The Intensity To See, And The Energy To Build, Some Careful Analog That Completed The Seeing. ... All I Have Been Left Is The Exhausting Habit Of Trying To Tack Up The Slack In My Life With Words.

It Is Easier To Argue That Something Nobody Believes In Actually Exists Than It Is To Argue That Something Everybody Believes In Is Unreal.

I Still Believe Pattern Fascinates On Its Own. And Three-sevenths Of A Pattern, Or Even A Smaller Fragment, Can Fascinate Still More--get Us Really Hunkering Down, Trying To Tease Out The Whole Of The Figure In The Carpet.

Discourse Says, 'you Are.' Rhetoric Preserves The Freedom To Say, 'i Am Not.

The Pulp Hero, Though He May Be A Renegade, Is A Guy Who Doesn't Feel. Anything. Ever. And For The Adolescent Male - Pummeled By Emotions Left And Right, Whether Arising From Sexuality Or Resulting From His Necessary Encounters With Authority - This Hero Is A Blessing, A Relief And A Release. The World He Lives In, Where Feelings Are Totally Under Control, Looks To The Adolescent Boy Like Heaven! This Hero's Lack Of Feeling - Like Star Trek's Spock - Is What Allows Him To Be A Genius, Or Allows Him To Shoot The Bad Guys And/or Aliens, Without A Quiver To His Lip.