Have Not All Poetic Truths Been Already

With Three Or More People There Is Something Bold In The Air: Direct Things Get Said Which Would Frighten Two People Alone And Conscious Of Each Inch Of Their Nearness To One Another. To Be Three Is To Be In Public - You Feel Safe.

I Do Like Italian Graves; They Look So Much More Lived In.

Memory Is To Love What The Saucer Is To The Cup.

I Pity People Who Do Not Care For Society. They Are Poorer For The Oblation They Do Not Make.

Memory Must Be Patchy; What Is More Alarming Is Its Face-savingness. Something In One Shrinks From Catching It Out - Unique To Oneself, One's Own, One's Claim To Identity, It Implicates One's Identity In Its Fibbing.