I Dance/for The Joy Of Surviving, At

Be What You Are. Give What Is Yours To Give. Have Style. Dare.

Deftly They Opened The Brain Of A Child, And It Was Full Of Flying Dreams.

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

The First Task Of The Poet Is To Create The Person Who Will Write The Poems.

In My Darkest Night, When The Moon Was Covered And I Roamed Through Wreckage, A Nimbus-clouded Voice Directed Me: "live In The Layers, Not On The Litter." Though I Lack The Art To Decipher It, No Doubt The Next Chapter In My Book Of Transformations Is Already Written. I Am Not Done With My Changes.