Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.