All those years and their moments— Crackling bacon, slamming car doors, Poems tried out on friends, Will be one more archive, One more shaky text.

Poetry a riprap on the slick rock of metaphysics

Revolutionary consciousness is to be found among the most ruthlessly exploited masses: animals, trees, water, air, grasses

Forests in the tropics are cut to make pasture to raise beef for the American market. Our distance from the source of our food enables us to be superficially more comfortable, and distinctly more ignorant.

O, ah! The awareness of emptiness brings forth a heart of compassion!

In the belly of the furnace of creativity is a sexual fire; the flames twine about each other in fear and delight. The same sort of coiling, at a cooler, slower pace, is what the life of this planet looks like. The enormous spirals of typhoons, the twists and turns of mountain ranges and gorges, the waves and the deep ocean currents - a dragonlike writhing.

Clouds sink down the hills Coffee is hot again. The dog Turns and turns about, stops and sleeps.