When I Went From Being An Academic

Living The Same Sorrows Three Times Was A Suffering, But It Was A Suffering To Relive Even The Same Joys. The Joy Of Life Is Born From Feeling, Whether It Be Joy Or Grief, Always Of Short Duration, And Woe To Those Who Know They Will Enjoy Eternal Bliss.

My Poetry Had The Same Functional Origin And The Same Formal Configuration As Teenage Acne.

Once Upon A Time There Were Mass Media, And They Were Wicked, Of Course, And There Was A Guilty Party. Then There Were The Virtuous Voices That Accused The Criminals. And Art (ah, What Luck!) Offered Alternatives, For Those Who Were Not Prisoners To The Mass Media.

A Novel Is A Machine For Generating Interpretations.

Hypotyposis Is The Rhetorical Effect By Which Words Succeed In Rendering A Visual Scene.