All Our Lives We Sweat And Save,

The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

I Think In Art, But Especially In Films, People Are Trying To Confirm Their Own Existences.

The World We Suggest Is A New Wild West. A Sensuous Evil World. Strange And Haunting, The Path Of The Sun.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

Do You Know The Warm Progress Under The Stars? Do You Know We Exist? Have You Forgotten The Keys To The Kingdom? Have You Been Born Yet & Are You Alive?