Under The Seams Runs The Pain.

Why Does Tragedy Exist? Because You Are Full Of Rage. Why Are You Full Of Rage? Because You Are Full Of Grief.

Do You Remember When They Taught Cursive In Schools? I Think They Don't Anymore. But I Still Enjoy It - Just The Physical Act And All The - The Whole Business Of Making A Thing Out Of Language.

I Never Had Much Education In English Poetry As Such.

Prowling The Meanings Of A Word, Prowling The History Of A Person, No Use Expecting A Flood Of Light. Human Words Have No Main Switch. But All Those Little Kidnaps In The Dark. And Then The Luminous, Big, Shivering, Discandied, Unrepentant, Barking Web Of Them That Hangs In Your Mind When You Turn Back To The Page You Were Trying To Translate.

Simply Do Something Else And Return To It Later To Find The Problem Wasn't A Problem At All. Ruptures Almost Always Lead To A Stronger Project.