It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.
All forms of landscape are autobiographical.
How many times can summer turn to fall in one life?
Poetry is the dark side of the moon.
It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.
It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.