We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

I feel more helpless with you than without you.

Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative - that we're just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different - that this is human destiny, this is human nature.

If I cling to circumstances I could feel not responsible. Only she who says she did not choose, is the loser in the end.

Only where there is language is there world.

What we see, we see and seeing is changing

The password is a flicker of an eyelash.