The Past Is What Makes Now Like

Don't Go Chattering To The Stars If You're Going To Do It With Your Eyes Closed.

A Poet Is Wounded Into Speech, And He Examines These Wounds, Meticulously, To Discover How To Heal Them. The Bad Poet Harangues At The Pain And Yowls At The Weapons That Lacerate Him; The Great Poet Explores The Inflamed Lips Of Ruined Flesh With Ice-caked Fingers, Glittering And Precise; But Ultimately His Poem Is The Echoing, Dual Voice Reporting The Damages.

A Sentence Has Meaning In The Sense That A Train Has A Track, Not That A Train Has A Passenger.

Spending Practically Every Minute Of Your Day On Pure Survival Is An Absolutely Boring Life.

The Only Important Elements In Any Society Are The Artistic And The Criminal, Because They Alone, By Questioning The Society’s Values, Can Force It To Change.