My Last Defense / Is The Present

What Shall I Give My Children? Who Are Poor, / Who Are Adjudged The Leastwise Of The Land...

A Poem Doesn't Do Everything For You. You Are Supposed To Go On With Your Thinking. You Are Supposed To Enrich The Other Person's Poem With Your Extensions, Your Uniquely Personal Understandings, Thus Making The Poem Serve You.

Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And It Is Easier To Stay At Home.

I Believe We Should All Know Each Other, We Human Carriers Of So Many Pleasurable Differences. To Not Know Is To Doubt, To Shrink From, Sidestep Or Destroy.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.