Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.
'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.
if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.
Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling; he fights to stand. A critic, by nature of the judgment seat, is born sitting.
This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.
I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.