Only Silence Perfects Silence.

Anything Looked At Closely Becomes Wonderful.

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed. Having Once Experienced The Mystery, Plenitude, Contradiction, And Composure Of A Work Of Art, We Afterward Have A Built-in Resistance To The Slogans And Propaganda Of Oversimplification That Have Often Contributed To The Destruction Of Human Life. Poetry Is A Verbal Means To A Nonverbal Source. It Is A Motion To No-motion, To The Still Point Of Contemplation And Deep Realization.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

I Must Stress Here The Point That I Appreciate Clarity, Order, Meaning, Structure, Rationality: They Are Necessary To Whatever Provisional Stability We Have, And They Can Be The Agents Of Gradual And Successful Change.

One Can't Have It Both Ways And Both Ways Is The Only Way I Want It.