I am moving deeper into my own brain.

It is Australian innocence to love The naturally excessive and be proud Of a thoroughbred gelding who ran fast.

In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.

I am moving deeper into my own brain.

An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.

Writing poetry is the only form of literary labour which gives me entire satisfaction.

Love without sex is still the most efficient form of hell known to man.