It Only Takes Two Facing Mirrors To

My Friends Tell Me That I Am An Intruder, That I Don't Really Write When I Attempt Poetry. But Those Of My Friends Who Write In Prose Say That I'm No Writer When I Attempt Prose. So Really I Don't Know What To Do, I'm In A Quandary.

Translations Are A Partial And Precious Documentation Of The Changes The Text Suffers.

There Is A Concept Which Corrupts And Upsets All Others. I Refer Not To Evil, Whose Limited Realm Is That Of Ethics; I Refer To The Infinite.

Besides, Rereading, Not Reading, Is What Counts.

Death Is Just Infinity Closing In.