But My Gloom Did Not

While The Poet Entertains He Continues To Search For Eternal Truths, For The Essence Of Being. In His Own Fashion He Tries To Solve The Riddle Of Time And Change, To Find An Answer To Suffering, To Reveal Love In The Very Abyss Of Cruelty And Injustice. Strange As These Words May Sound I Often Play With The Idea That When All The Social Theories Collapse And Wars And Revolutions Leave Humanity In Utter Gloom, The Poet--whom Plato Banned From His Republic--may Rise Up To Save Us All.

Whenever I'm In Trouble, I Pray. And Because I'm In Trouble All Of The Time, I Pray Almost Constantly.

Shoulders Are From God And Burdens Too.

In The Half Darkness I Winked To My Other Self, My Mad Dictator, And Congratulated Him On His Droll Victory. I Closed My Eyes And Felt The Warmth Flowing From Shosha's Head To My Face. What Did I Have To Lose? Nothing More Than What Everyone Loses Anyway.

As Often As Herman Had Witnessed The Slaughter Of Animals And Fish, He Always Had The Same Thought: In Their Behavior Toward Creatures, All Men Were Nazis.