Were all moving, moving, moving. Isnt it nice?
I don't live for poetry. I live far more than anybody else does.
A poem is energy transferred from where the poet got it (he will have some several causations), by way of the poem itself to, all the way over to, the reader.
We all want what's been suddenly disallowed.
You can read everybody. It's not even interesting to tell the truth because to some extent it's false.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.