Poetry - Poiesis Means A Thing Made.

Sometimes A Journey Makes Itself Necessary.

What Makes Life Life And Not A Simple Story? Jagged Bits Moving Never Still, All Along The Wall.

The Beloved's Innocence Brutalizes The Lover. As The Singing Of A Mad Person Behind You On The Train Enrages You, Its Beautiful Animal-like Teeth Shining Amid Black Planes Of Paint. As Helen Enrages History. Senza Uscita.

I Never Had Much Education In English Poetry As Such.

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.