There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.