Mankind deserves sacrifice - but not of mankind.
Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape.
I hated childhood I hate adulthood And I love being alive.
If you have any idea for a poem, an exact grid of intent, you are on the wrong path, a dead-end alley, at the top of a cliff you haven't even climbed. This is a lesson that can only be learned by trial and error.
The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it.
When I first encountered the poems of Jon Woodward, I was stunned into the state that is my life's joy-I was in the presence of the inimitable. Uncanny Valley extends that experience-almost into another dimension. These apocalyptic, pixilated poems forge a mythology of our ravaged culture, one that might have been written in the future. If you want poetry to give you a persimmon on a plate, look elsewhere; if you want to know what happens when seven trees fall on the highway and the story is told by a stutterer, this is the book, and it could only have been written by Woodward.
My happiness is marred only by my failure to attain it.
If there's something you want to build, but the tech isn't there yet, just find the closest possible way to make it happen.
Everyone has his own sound. I'm not going to presume how to tell anybody how to write.
The only difference between you and God is that you have forgotten you are divine.
The wheat bought by a farmer to sow is comparatively a fixed capital to the wheat purchased by a baker to make into loaves.