Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.

Courage Is No Good: It Means Not Scaring Others. Being Brave Lets No One Off The Grave. Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

I Never Think Of Poetry Or The Poetry Scene, Only Separate Poems Written By Individuals.

A Writer Can Have Only One Language, If Language Is Going To Mean Anything To Him.

In Everyone There Sleeps. A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love. To Some It Means The Difference They Could Make. By Loving Others, But Across Most It Sweeps. As All They Might Have Done Had They Been Loved. That Nothing Cures.