Poetry Springs From Something Deeper; It's Beyond

The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence Of The Labyrinth.

The Art Of Writing Is Mysterious; The Opinions We Hold Are Ephemeral , And I Prefer The Platonic Idea Of The Muse To That Of Poe, Who Reasoned, Or Feigned To Reason, That The Writing Of A Poem Is An Act Of The Intelligence. It Never Fails To Amaze Me That The Classics Hold A Romantic Theory Of Poetry, And A Romantic Poet A Classical Theory.

The Falklands Thing Was A Fight Between Two Bald Men Over A Comb.

What You Really Value Is What You Miss, Not What You Have.

When One Confesses To An Act, One Ceases To Be An Actor In It And Becomes Its Witness, Becomes A Man That Observes And Narrates It And No Longer The Man That Performed It.