I drink to keep body and soul apart.

In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.

You had to come back to learn how to lose yourself, to be pilot and stray-witch, Hansel and Gretel in one.

Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.

When I was teaching, I gave a lot of my mind and anxiety to it. There was always something clenched and anxious in me until the classes were over.

It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end. Let whoever can win glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark.

The most exhilarating for the writer and the reader, are gift-things-poems which arrive on their own energy, poems that in William Shakespeare's term "slip" from you.