The White Sun Like A Moth On

One Can't Have It Both Ways And Both Ways Is The Only Way I Want It.

The Wonderful Workings Of The World: Wonderful, Wonderful: I'm Surprised Half The Time

Poetry Leads Us To The Unstructured Sources Of Our Beings, To The Unknown, And Returns Us To Our Rational, Structured Selves Refreshed.

Is It Not Careless To Become Too Local When There Are Four Hundred Billion Stars In Our Galaxy Alone.

A Poem Generated By Its Own Laws May Be Unrealized And Bad In Terms Of So-called Objective Principles Of Taste, Judgement, Deduction.