Things Go Away To Return, Brightened For

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Once Every Five Hundred Years Or So, A Summary Statement About Poetry Comes Along That We Can't Imagine Ourselves Living Without

Everything Is Discursive Opinion Instead Of Direct Experience.

Definition, Rationality, And Structure Are Ways Of Seeing, But They Become Prisons When They Blank Out Other Ways Of Seeing.

What Destruction Have I Been Blessed By?