For A Poet, Making Poems Is A

Only She Who Attempts The Absurd Can Achieve The Impossible.

I Still Gasp At The Revealing Lingo For Weapons: Erector Launchers, Thrust Ratios; My Teeth Grind Reflexively When Dubya Sputters Eye-rack And Eye-ran Have 'nookyular Capabacity.

Raised' Consciousness Means Lifelong Bumping Up Against A Continually Receding Ceiling. I Mean, Who Ever 'graduates'?

In The Long Run, Women's Liberation Will Of Course Free Men-but In The Short Run It's Going To Cost Men A Lot Of Privilege, Which No One Gives Up Willingly Or Easily.

When Table Utensils Were Invented In The 1100s, The Catholic Church Condemned Them As Obscene And Heretical, Claiming, 'god Gave Us Fingers With Which To Eat.' And We're Supposed To Get Politically Discouraged? Oh Please. We're Being Opposed By People Who Denounced The Fork.