I Would Recognise Myself In Each Of

The Ball Laughs, Radiant, In The Air. He Brings Her Down, Puts Her To Sleep, Showers Her With Compliments, Dances With Her, And Seeing Such Things Never Before Seen His Admirers Pity Their Unborn Grandchildren Who Will Never See Them.

Soccer, Metaphor For War, At Times Turns Into Real War.

No History Is Mute. No Matter How Much They Own It, Break It, And Lie About It, Human History Refuses To Shut Its Mouth. Despite Deafness And Ignorance, The Time That Was Continues To Tick Inside The Time That Is.

Chaplin And Keaton Are Still The Best. They Know That There Is Nothing More Serious Than Laughter, An Art Demanding Infinite Work, And That As Long As The World Revolves, Making Others Laugh Is The Most Splendid Of Activities.

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat