Under The Seams Runs The Pain.

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

The Words We Read And Words We Write Never Say Exactly What We Mean. The People We Love Are Never Just As We Desire Them. The Two Symbola Never Perfectly Match. Eros Is In Between.

There Is No Person Without A World.