Poetry Keeps Longing Alive.

Wherever There Is Water There Is Someone Drowning.

The Beginning Of Love Is A Horror Of Emptiness.

Every Modern Male Has, Lying At The Bottom Of His Psyche, A Large, Primitive Being Covered With Hair Down To His Feet. Making Contact With This Wild Man Is The Step The Eighties Male Or The Nineties Male Has Yet To Take. That Bucketing-out Process Has Yet To Begin In Our Contemporary Culture.

In Ordinary Life, A Mentor Can Guide A Young Man Through Various Disciplines, Helping To Bring Him Out Of Boyhood Into Manhood; And That In Turn Is Associated Not With Body Building, But With Building And Emotional Body Capable Of Containing More Than One Sort Of Ecstasy.

As I've Gotten Older, I Find I Am Able To Be Nourished More By Sorrow And To Distinguish It From Depression.