Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

A Terrible Violence Of Creation,a Flash Into The Burning Heart Of The Abominable;yet If We Wait, Unafraid, Beyond The Fearful Instant,the Burning Lake Turns Into A Forest Pool,the Fire Subsides Into Rings Of Water,a Sunlit Silence.

The Damage Of Teaching: The Constant Contact With The Undeveloped.