Things Can Harden Meaningfully In The Moment

Somewhere Someone Is Traveling Furiously Toward You, At Incredible Speed, Traveling Day And Night.

All Beauty, Resonance, Integrity, Exist By Deprivation Or Logic Of Strange Position.

The Promise Of Learning Is A Delusion.... Tomorrow Would Alter The Sense Of What Had Already Been Learned, That The Learning Process Is Extended In This Way, So That From This Standpoint None Of Us Ever Graduates From College, For Time Is An Emulsion, And Probably Thinking Not To Grow Up Is The Brightest Kind Of Maturity For Us, Right Now At Any Rate.

Much That Is Beautiful Must Be Discarded So That We May Resemble A Taller Impression Of Ourselves.

I Always Thought That Writing Poetry Was In Itself A Political Act.