The Egg Cackles And Lays The Chicken.

For A Poet, Making Poems Is A Way Of Viewing The World, Being In The World, Breathing.

The Present Always Masquerades As A Beginning; Maybe We Couldn't Endure It If We Realized At The Time That It Was A Peak, Or Even An Ending.

A Genuine Left Doesn't Consider Anyone's Suffering Irrelevant Or Titillating; Nor Does It Function As A Microcosm Of Capitalist Economy, With Men Competing For Power And Status At The Top, And Women Doing All The Work At The Bottom.... Goodbye To All That.

Don't Accept Rides From Strange Men, And Remember That All Men Are Strange.

Your Life Is The One Place You Have To Spend Yourself Fully - Wild - Generous, Drastic In An Unrationed Profligacy Of Self.