Silly Girls Your Heads Full Of Boys

Not Until It Starts To Stink Does The Inevitable Happen.

The Promise Of Learning Is A Delusion.... Tomorrow Would Alter The Sense Of What Had Already Been Learned, That The Learning Process Is Extended In This Way, So That From This Standpoint None Of Us Ever Graduates From College, For Time Is An Emulsion, And Probably Thinking Not To Grow Up Is The Brightest Kind Of Maturity For Us, Right Now At Any Rate.

The Ellipse Is As Aimless As That, Stretching Invisibly Into The Future So As To Reappear In Our Present. Its Flexing Is Its Account, Return To The Point Of No Return.

Once You've Lived In France, You Don't Want To Live Anywhere Else, Including France.

To The Poet As A Basement Quilt, But Perhaps To Some Reader A Latticework Of Regrets.