If A Hermit Lives In A State

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

I Have Seafoam In My Veins, I Understand The Language Of Waves.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

A Film Is A Petrified Fountain Of Thought.