Out Of The Work Comes The Work.

Our Poetry Now Is The Realization That We Possess Nothing. Anything Therefore Is A Delight (since We Do Not Posses It) And Thus Need Not Fear Its Loss.

If Someone Says Can't, That Shows You What To Do.

Music Is Edifying, For From Time To Time It Sets The Soul In Operation.

Try As We May To Make A Silence, We Cannot.

Why Do You Not Do As I Do? Letting Go Of Your Thoughts As Though They Were The Cold Ashes Of A Long Dead Fire?