Hurry it up! I want to be in hell in time for dinner.
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit;Too close immediacy an exhaustion
But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
(I measure time by how a body sways. )
There is one other business where the customer is always wrong and that's the media.
Nature has concatenated our fortunes and affections together with indissoluble bands of mutual sympathy.
The trouble is, SMers are allowing themselves to be defined by what they are not. We think, "Oh, so many people believe that we're all murderers and rapists, and we have to explain that we're not!" Uh so, a slogan for the gay civil rights movement should be "Normal, Non-threatening and Not After Your Children"?
My childhood here. . . was very limited. So it was a long, long time before I actually went out to Brooklyn.