Seine And Piave Are Silver Spoons, But

God Pity Us Indeed, For We Are Human, And Do Not Always See, The Vision When It Comes, The Shining Change, Or, If We See It, Do Not Follow It, Because It Is Too Hard, Too Strange, Too New, Too Unbelievable, Too Difficult, Warring Too Much With Common, Easy Ways, And Now I Know This, Standing In This Light, Who Have Been Half Alive These Many Years, Brooding On My Own Sorrow, My Own Pain, Saying "i Am A Barren Bough. Expect, Nor Fruit Nor Blossom From A Barren Bough."

The Blog Is Also A Way To Continue To Register What I See And Hear In A Day - No Matter What The Form. In Fact, My Blog Is A Complete Mixture Of Forms.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp, Gaunt Names That Never Get Fat.

Whatever Poetry That Was In Me Was Coming Out In The Form Of Constructing Art Books!

Truth Is A Hard Deer To Hunt. If You Eat Too Much Truth At Once, You Might Die Of The Truth.