Everything I Have Written Is The Result

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

If We Can't Be Cordial To These Creatures' Fleece, I Think That We Deserve To Freeze.

He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice / In Nothing So Much As In A Letter.

I See No Reason For Calling My Work Poetry Except That There Is No Other Category In Which To Put It.

They Fought The Enemy, We Fight Fat Living And Self-pity. Shine, O Shine, Unfalsifying Sun, On This Sick Scene.