In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived, Becomes The Soul?

Civilization Is Over-rated, But There Isn't Much Else.

You Must Believe A Poem Is A Holy Thing, A Good Poem, That Is.

I Learned Not To Fear Infinity, The Far Field, The Windy Cliffs Of Forever, The Dying Of Time In The White Light Of Tomorrow, The Wheel Turning Away From Itself, The Sprawl Of The Wave, The On-coming Water.