Doing A Life Study While

The Life Of A Poet Lies Not Merely In The Finite Language-dance Of Expression But In The Nearly Infinite Combinations Of Perception And Memory Combined With The Sensitivity To What Is Perceived And Remembered.

Nobody Gets Beyond A Petroleum Economy. Not While There's Petroleum There.

It Started 25 Years Ago, When I Was Teaching Elementary School In A Small Town In Missouri

Merely To Live Without A Pain Is Little Gladness, Little Gain, Ah, Welcome Joy Tho' Mixt With Grief-- The Thorn-set Flower That Crowns The Leaf.

How Could Anyone Stay Sane With Entire Lifetimes Stored In One Human Mind?