A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come.

Questions don't change the truth. But they give it motion.

Marketers keep inventing desires, necessities for you and for me. I need this. I need that. I need. I need. It's the need of a smoking fit. If you don't smoke that cigarette now, you'll die - when in reality you die because you succumb to the rage and rattle of the needy greed that keeps you busy needing more and more things. Is this the American Dream - the greedy need?

Poetry must find ways of breaking distance.... all languages are dialects that are made to break new grounds.

Nativity is the enemy of prophecy.

Banks are the temples of America. This is a holy war. Our economy is our religion.

Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives.