Poetry Is An Orphan Of Silence.

There Are Knives That Glitter Like Altars In A Dark Church Where They Bring The Cripple And The Imbecile To Be Healed. There's A Woden Block Where Bones Are Broken, Scraped Clean--a River Dried To Its Bed

Here Is Something We Can All Count On. Sooner Or Later Our Tribe Always Comes To Ask Us To Agree To Murder.

He Who Cannot Howl Will Not Find His Pack.

Roberto Calasso's Survey Of The Renewed Interest In Myth Demonstrates How Decisive The Gods' Influence Was On Modern Literature. Calasso Is Not Only Immensely Learned; He Is One Of The Most Original Thinkers And Writers We Have Today.

The Poem I Want To Write Is Impossible. A Stone That Floats.