I have no idea what happens next.

History is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe tie it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

Poets will never be the highest-paid writers in the world. Instead, poetry will go on cutting a hand-made path through the mass-market insanity. For me, anyway, that path is the one that leads to the Chapel of the Grail.

Life has never been All or Nothing- it's All and Nothing. Forget the binaries.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.

In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.