Writing Is A Futile Attempt To Preserve

The Mind Wraps Itself Around A Poem. It Is Almost Sensual, Particularly If You Work On A Computer. You Can Turn The Poem Round And About And Upside Down, Dancing With It A Kind Of Bolero Of Two Snakes Twisting And Coiling, Until The Poem Has Found Its Right And Proper Shape.

We Are Trying To Live As If We Were An Experiment Conducted By The Future

It Is Not Sex That Gives The Pleasure, But The Lover.

Our Wedding Plans Please Everybody As If We Were Fertilizing The Earth And Creating Social Luck.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman At Work, Cleaning Out The Cesspool Of The Ages, And While She Shovels, She Talks About How She Doesn't Mind Crying, It Opens The Ducts Of The Eyes, And Throwing Up Develops The Stomach Muscles, And She Goes On Shoveling With Tears In Her Nose.