You Know What Lies Are For.

The Artist's Life Nourishes Itself On The Particular, The Concrete.

Is There No Way Out Of The Mind?

The One Man In The Room Who Was As Big As His Poems, Huge, With Hulk And Dynamic Chunks Of Words.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Perhaps When We Find Ourselves Wanting Everything, It Is Because We Are Dangerously Close To Wanting Nothing.