I Do Insist On Making What I

The Spirit World Doesn't Admit To Communicating With Me, So It's Fairly Even.

Both Poet And Painter Want To Reach The Silence Behind The Language, The Silence Within The Language. Both Painter And Poet Want Their Work To Shine Not Only In Daylight But (by Whatever Illusionist Magic) From Within.

The Only Way Out Is The Way Through, Just As You Cannot Escape Death Except By Dying. Being Unable To Write, You Must Examine In Writing This Being Unable, Which Becomes For The Present -henceforth?- The Subject To Which You Are Condemned.

Short Stories Amount For The Most Part To Parlour Tricks, Party Favours With Built-in Snappers, Gadgets For Including Recognition And Reversals

When Robert Frost Was Alive, I Was Known As The Other New England Poet, Which Is To Be Barely Known At All.