Here we go mother on the shipless ocean. Pity us, pity the ocean, here we go.
Simply do something else and return to it later to find the problem wasn't a problem at all. Ruptures almost always lead to a stronger project.
Desire is no light thing.
He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.
Time isn't made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
Consider incompleteness as a verb.