Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books!

At first I was blogging everyday, but I don't do that anymore. It varies; sometimes I'll write these little essays and other times political commentaries. Other times it'll just be new work that I'm doing.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

I died in my boots like a pioneer With the whole wide sky above me.

Few people have written significant books about San Francisco. Robert Duncan was, in my opinion, often in the clouds. If he walked the streets a lot he didn't write about as such.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.