Man Can Live His Truth, His Deepest

There Is No Dusk To Be, There Is No Dawn That Was, Only There's Now, And Now, And The Wind In The Grass.

What You Really Have To Know Is One: Yourself. And The Only Way You Can Know That One Is In The Mirror Of The Others. And The Only Way You Can See Into The Mirror Of The Others Is By Love Or Its Opposite—by Profound Emotion. Certainly Not By Curiosity—by Dancing Around Asking, Looking, Making Notes. You Have To Live Relationships To Know.

A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute As A Globed Fruit.

Piety's Hard Enough To Take Among The Poor Who Have To Practice It. A Rich Man's Piety Stinks. It's Insufferable.

To Separate Journalism And Poetry, Therefore-history And Poetry-to Set Them Up At Opposite Ends Of The World Of Discourse, Is To Separate Seeing From The Feel Of Seeing, Emotion From The Acting Of Emotion, Knowledge From The Realization Of Knowledge.