The Art Of Writing Is Mysterious, The

We Have Stopped Believing In Progress. What Progress That Is !

The Central Fact Of My Life Has Been The Existence Of Words And The Possibility Of Weaving Those Words Into Poetry.

Poetry Remembers That It Was An Oral Art Before It Was A Written Art.

No One Is Anyone, One Single Immortal Man Is All Men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I Am God, I Am Hero, I Am Philosopher, I Am Demon And I Am World, Which Is A Tedious Way Of Saying That I Do Not Exist.

Best Thing To Happen For A Poet. A Fine Death, No? An Impressive Death.