Love Dares The Self To Leave Itself

Prowling The Meanings Of A Word, Prowling The History Of A Person, No Use Expecting A Flood Of Light. Human Words Have No Main Switch. But All Those Little Kidnaps In The Dark. And Then The Luminous, Big, Shivering, Discandied, Unrepentant, Barking Web Of Them That Hangs In Your Mind When You Turn Back To The Page You Were Trying To Translate.

Myths Are Stories About People Who Become Too Big For Their Lives Temporarily, So That They Crash Into Other Lives Or Brush Against Gods. In Crisis Their Souls Are Visible.

I Never Had Much Education In English Poetry As Such.

Aristotle Says That Metaphor Causes The Mind To Experience Itself In The Act Of Making A Mistake.

Desire Is No Light Thing.