In Nature There Are Few Sharp Lines

For Though We Often Need To Be Restored To The Small, Concrete, Limited, And Certain, We As Often Need To Be Reminded Of The Large, Vague, Unlimited, Unknown

There's Something To Be Said In Favor Of Working In Isolation In The Real World.

The White Sun Like A Moth On A String Circles The Southpole.

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.

I Can't Tell You Where A Poem Comes From, What It Is, Or What It Is For: Nor Can Any Other Man. The Reason I Can't Tell You Is That The Purpose Of A Poem Is To Go Past Telling, To Be Recognised By Burning.