The End Of Art Is Peace.

Nowadays, What An Award Gives Is A Sense Of Solidarity With The Poetry Guild, As It Were: Sustenance Coming From The Assent Of Your Peers On The Judging Panel.

Believe That A Further Shore Is Reachable From Here.

A Public Expectation, It Has To Be Said, Not Of Poetry As Such But Of Political Positions Variously Approvable By Mutually Disapproving Groups.

If Self Is A Location, So Is Love.

I Always Believed That Whatever Had To Be Written Would Somehow Get Itself Written.