In Nature There Are Few Sharp Lines

Thats A Wonderful Change Thats Taken Place, And So Most Poetry Today Is Published, If Not Directly By The Person, Certainly By The Enterprise Of The Poet Himself, Working With His Friends.

Where But In The Very Asshole Of Comedown Is Redemption: As Where But Brought Low, Where But In The Grief Of Failure, Loss, Error Do We Discern The Savage Afflictions That Turn Us Around: Where But In The Arrangements Love Crawls Us Through

If A Poem Is Each Time New, Then It Is Necessarily An Act Of Discovery, A Chance Taken, A Chance That May Lead To Fulfillment Or Disaster

If The Greatest God Is The Stillness All The Motions Add Up To, Then We Must Ineluctably Be Included.

You Have Your Identity When You Find Out, Not What You Can Keep Your Mind On, But What You Can't Keep Your Mind Off.