I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My

The Poet Never Asks For Admiration; He Wants To Be Believed.

Understand That Some Of Your Enemies Are Amongst Your Best Friends.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

May The Devil Himself Splatter You With Dung.

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.