Poetry A Riprap On The Slick Rock

A Reading Is A Kind Of Communion. The Poet Articulates The Semi-known For The Tribe.

All This New Stuff Goes On Top Turn It Over, Turn It Over Wait And Water Down From The Dark Bottom Turn It Inside Out Let It Spread Through Sift Down Even. Watch It Sprout. A Mind Like Compost.

Doom Scenarios, Even Though They Might Be True, Are Not Politically Or Psychologically Effective. The First Step . . . Is To Make Us Love The World Rather Than To Make Us Fear For The End Of The World.

The Buddha Taught That All Life Is Suffering. We Might Also Say That Life, Being Both Attractive And Constantly Dangerous, Is Intoxicating And Ultimately Toxic. 'toxic' Comes From Toxicon, Pendell Tells Us, With A Root Meaning Of 'a Poisoned Arrow.' All Organic Life Is Struck By The Arrows Of Real And Psychic Poisons. This Is Understood By Any True, That Is To Say, Not Self-deluding, Spiritual Path.

The Other Side Of The "sacred" Is The Sight Of Your Beloved In The Underworld, Dripping With Maggots.