Absolute Virtue Is As Sure To Kill

The Tears Stream Down My Cheeks From My Unblinking Eyes. What Makes Me Weep So? There Is Nothing Saddening Here. Perhaps It Is Liquefied Brain.

The New Light Above My Table Is A Great Improvement. With All This Darkness Around Me I Feel Less Alone. (pause.) In A Way. (pause.) I Love To Get Up And Move About In It, Then Back Here To... (hesitates) ...me. (pause.)

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

Reality, Whether Approached Imaginatively Or Empirically, Remains A Surface, Hermetic.