Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons

They Fought The Enemy, We Fight Fat Living And Self-pity. Shine, O Shine, Unfalsifying Sun, On This Sick Scene.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.

I Never 'plan' A Stanza. Words Cluster Like Chromosomes, Determining The Procedure.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

It Is In General True That In Order To Create Works Of Art One Has To Have Leisure. On The Other Hand I Think That One Needs To Experience Resistance In A Practical Sense, And Even That Which Is Poignant To Bring Out What Makes Easy Reading For Others. Too Much Deprivation Of Course, Means Death.