Poets Are The Mad Midwives

I Loved You Backward And Forward In Time. I Loved You Beyond Boundaries Of Time And Space.

His Imagination Was Always More Real Than The Reality Of Daily Life.

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

Seduction... Was Both A Science And Art - A Blend Of Skill, Discipline, Proximity, And Opportunity. Mostly Proximity.

Nothing Helps An Artist's Career More Than A Little Death And Obscurity.