Life: Another Day, Another Dolor.

I Believe That There Is A Kind Of Poetry, Even A Kind Of Truth, In Simple Fact.

Our Suicidal Poets (plath, Berryman, Lowell, Jarrell, Et Al.) Spent Too Much Of Their Lives Inside Rooms And Classrooms When They Should Have Been Trudging Up Mountains, Slogging Through Swamps, Rowing Down Rivers. The Indoor Life Is The Next Best Thing To Premature Burial.

The Gurus Come From The Sickliest Nation On Earth To Tell Us How To Live. And We Pay Them For It.

Heaven Is Home. Utopia Is Here. Nirvana Is Now.

Love Implies Anger. The Man Who Is Angered By Nothing Cares About Nothing.