The Real Writer Is One Who Really

What A Richly Colored Strong Warm Coat Is Woven When Love Is The Warp And Work Is The Woof.

We Admire Predators - Panthers, Lions, Tigers, Even Wolves. Maybe To Be Naturally Thoughtful And Hesitant To Use Violence Is To Be Somehow Second Rate. To Be In The Middle Of The Social Food Chain. Especially If You're A Man. This Society Thinks Real Men Are Violent.

You Are Built To Pull A Cart, To Lift A Heavy Load And Bear It, To Haul Up The Long Slope, And So Am I, Peasant Bodies, Earthy, Solid Shapely Dark Glazed Clay Pots That Can Stand On The Fire.

The Body Is Simple As A Turtle / And Straight As A Dog: / The Body Cannot Lie.

My Idea Of Hell Is To Be Young Again.