Nature Is Not A Place To Visit.

Today We Are Aware As Never Before Of The Plurality Of Human Life-styles And Possibilities, While At The Same Time Being Tied, Like In An Old Silent Movie, To A Runaway Locomotive Rushing Headlong Toward A Very Singular Catastrophe

Will Be But Corpses Dressed In Frocks, Who Cannot Speak To Birds Or Rocks.

Place And The Scale Of Space Must Be Measured Against Our Bodies And Their Capabilities.

In The Belly Of The Furnace Of Creativity Is A Sexual Fire; The Flames Twine About Each Other In Fear And Delight. The Same Sort Of Coiling, At A Cooler, Slower Pace, Is What The Life Of This Planet Looks Like. The Enormous Spirals Of Typhoons, The Twists And Turns Of Mountain Ranges And Gorges, The Waves And The Deep Ocean Currents - A Dragonlike Writhing.

A Reading Is A Kind Of Communion. The Poet Articulates The Semi-known For The Tribe.