As Aristotle Said, You Have To Be

An Entomologist Is Not A Bug.

Marriage Is The Last Sacrament Available To Modern Man, And With The Terrible Destruction Of Interpersonal Relations By Capitalism And Its War-making State, It Is Not Very Available, Nor Is It Surely Enduring. But Then, Vision Does Not Come With Guarantees.

The Holiness Of The Real Is Always There, Accessible In Total Immanence. The Nodes Of Transcendence Coagulate In You, The Experiencer, And In The Other, The Lover.

Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey, Slow Horses And Fast Women.

The Basic Line In Any Good Verse Is Cadenced... Building It Around The Natural Breath Structures Of Speech.