My Only Politics Have Been Friendship.

The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind. At Certain Hours It Haunts The House.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

How Our Old Friend [michelangelo] Of The Sistine Would Have Loved To Photograph His Workers, Perched On The Fragile Planks. Dali Was Right To Say Leonardo Only Worked From Photographs.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

The Artist Must Know How Far To Go Too Far.