An American is a complex of occasions, themselves a geometry of spatial nature.

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only/ eyes in all heads,/ to be looked out of.

We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.

I hope you're representing the devil's advocate.

I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.

Knowledge is the harvest of attention

Atlantis will rise again.