Post-modernism has cut off the present from all futures. The daily media add to this by cutting off the past. Which means that critical opinion is often orphaned in the present.

Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one's self to be bored.

My heart born naked was swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it wore poems for clothes. Like a shirt I carried on my back the poetry I had read. So I lived for half a century until wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair I learn tonight how many years of learning by heart I waited for you.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

The true content of a photograph is invisible, for it derives from a play, not with form, but with time.

Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.

All creation is in the art of seeing.