The Stars Know Everything, So We Try

In Their Effort To Divorce Language And Experience, Deconstructionist Critics Remind Me Of Middle-class Parents Who Do Not Allow Their Children To Play In The Street.

Only Brooms Know The Devil Still Exists, That The Snow Grows Whiter After A Crow Has Flown Over It

There’s No Preparation For Poetry.

I Slept Little, Read A Lot, And Fell In Love Frequently.

The Highest Levels Of Consciousness Are Wordless.