Think. In A Minute From Now You

To Write Poetry And To Commit Suicide, Apparently So Contradictory, Had Really Been The Same, Attempts At Escape.

Stained Glass, Engraved Glass, Frosted Glass; Give Me Plain Glass.

When You Draw Something It Lives And When You Photograph It It Dies

The World Began In Hazard And Will End In It.

The American Myth Is Of Free Will In Its Simple, Primary Sense. One Can Choose Oneself And Will Oneself; And This Absurdly Optimistic Assumption So Dominates The Republic That It Has Bred All Its Gross Social Injustices.