I Speak To You. You Speak To

Those Who Speak Of Our Culture As Dead Or Dying Have A Quarrel With Life, And I Think They Cannot Understand Its Terms, But Must Endlessly Repeat The Projection Of Their Own Desires.

The World Is Made Up Of Stories, Not Atoms.

I Lived In The First Century Of World Wars. Most Mornings I Would Be More Or Less Insane.

The Fear Of Poetry Is An Indication That We Are Cut Off From Our Own Reality.

I Am Working Out The Vocabulary Of My Silence.