Power Is All. Another Falsification; I Do

Spending Practically Every Minute Of Your Day On Pure Survival Is An Absolutely Boring Life.

The Poems ... Are Moments When I Had The Intensity To See, And The Energy To Build, Some Careful Analog That Completed The Seeing. ... All I Have Been Left Is The Exhausting Habit Of Trying To Tack Up The Slack In My Life With Words.

Reality Must Prove Itself Again And Again To Questioners ... It Is The Fantasy Which Goes On Without Contradiction, Without Having To Prove Itself.

The Reason For Privacy Is Not So That People Will Not Know You Go To The Bathroom. It's To Allow Certain Things To Go On That You Don't Want Other People To Know About, When All Is Said And Done. But The Things I Don't Want Other People To Know About Are Not My Sex Life.

There Is No Articulate Resonance. The Common Problem, I Suppose, Is To Have More To Say Than Vocabulary And Syntax Can Bear. That Is Why I Am Hunting In These Desiccated Streets. The Smoke Hides The Sky's Variety, Stains Consciousness, Covers The Holocaust With Something Safe And Insubstantial. It Protects From Greater Flame. It Indicates Fire, But Obscures The Source. This Is Not A Useful City. Very Little Here Approaches Any Eidolon Of The Beautiful.