A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute

How Shall Freedom Be Defended? By Arms When It Is Attacked By Arms, By Truth When It Is Attacked By Lies, By Faith When It Is Attacked By Authoritarian Dogma. Always, In The Final Act, By Determination And Faith.

Beauty Is That Medusa's Head Which Men Go Armed To Seek And Sever, And Dead Will Starve And Sting Forever.

We Have Learned The Answers, All The Answers: It Is The Question That We Do Not Know.

To Separate Journalism And Poetry, Therefore-history And Poetry-to Set Them Up At Opposite Ends Of The World Of Discourse, Is To Separate Seeing From The Feel Of Seeing, Emotion From The Acting Of Emotion, Knowledge From The Realization Of Knowledge.

Piety's Hard Enough To Take Among The Poor Who Have To Practice It. A Rich Man's Piety Stinks. It's Insufferable.