I Guess There Was A War Going

Life Is Absolutely Horrific, Leading Up To Absolute Horror.

The Imagination Can Be Dangerous. It Can Change The World. And That Is Why We Write.

I Give Thanks For All That Has Passed, For All That Is Passing, And For All That Is Yet To Come.

Every War Has Turning Points And Every Person Too.

It's Not That He Lacked Poetry. But His Poetry Was Of The Body, Not The Mind. He Spoke It In The Way He Moved, The Way He Held A Hammer, Rowed A Boat, Built A Fire. I, On The Other Hand, Was Like A Brain In A Box, A Beating Heart In A Coal Scuttle.