War Starts In The Mind, Not In

But Still, The Other Voice, The Intuitive, Returns, Like Grass Forcing Its Way Through Concrete.

What Always Seems Miraculous Is When Aesthetic Necessities Yield An Insight Which Otherwise I Would Have Missed.

Poetry Is A Good Medium For Revolutionary Hope.

Language Is Filled With Words For Deprivation Images So Familiar It Is Hard To Crack Language Open Into That Other Country The Country Of Being.

... This Is The Paradox Of Vision: Sharp Perception Softens Our Existence In The World.