The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

Ironically the blog has re-opened the essay as a good form for me. I like to look and make commentary! If I sense my essays are good, I try to resubmit to another place in pulp and several of them have been variously published in newspapers and magazines.

We do not fight for the real but for shadows we make. A flag is a piece of cloth and a word is a sound, But we make them something neither cloth nor a sound, Totems of love and hate, black sorcery-stones.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.