The Failures Of Other Genres To Provide

I'm Doomed To Act Like Myself, Even When It's Inconvenient!

We Are In The Grip Of Some Big Machine Grinding Us Along. The Force Of It Simplifies Everything. A Weird Calm Settled Over Me From Inside Out. What Is About To Happen Has Stood In Line To Happen. All The Roads Out Of That Instant Have Been Closed, One By One.

I Get So Lonely Sometimes, I Could Put A Box On My Head And Mail Myself To A Stranger.

I Always Say That A Poet Loves The World, And The Prose Writer Needs To Create An Alternative World.

Be Willing To Be A Child And Be The Lilliputian In The World Of Gulliver.