Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice. From What I've Tasted Of Desire, I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire. But If It Had To Perish Twice I Think I Know Enough Of Hate To Say That For Destruction Ice Is Also Great And Would Suffice.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick With Space.

There Are Tones Of Voices That Mean More Than Words.

I Am Not A Nature Poet. There Is Almost Always A Person In My Poems.