I Am A Soul In The World:

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.

Lately, I've Become Accustomed To The Way The Ground Opens Up And Envelopes Me Each Time I Go Out To Walk The Dog.

A Rich Man Told Me Recently That A Liberal Is A Man Who Tells Other People What To Do With Their Money.

The Attempt To Divide Art And Politics Is A Bourgeois Which Says Good Poetry, Art, Cannot Be Political, But Since Everything Is … Political, Even An Artist Or Work That Claims Not To Have Any Politics Is Making A Political Statement By That Act.