If You Want The Truth, I Will

We Did Not Come To Remain Whole. We Came To Lose Our Leaves Like The Trees, Trees That Start Again.

If A Man, Cautious, Hides His Limp, Somebody Has To Limp It! Things Do It; The Surroundings Limp. House Walls Get Scars, The Car Breaks Down; Matter, In Drudgery, Takes It Up.

My Feeling Is That Poetry Is Also A Healing Process, And Then When A Person Tries To Write Poetry With Depth Or Beauty, He Will Find Himself Guided Along Paths Which Will Heal Him, And This Is More Important, Actually, Than Any Of The Poetry He Writes.

I Use The Phrase 'sibling Society' To Suggest A Culture Fundamentally Without Fathers, Mothers, Grandfathers, Grandmothers, Or Ancestors. The Thinking Is Horizontal.

My Life Failed On The Very Day I Was Born.