The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew

My Best Friends When I Was Young Were Always Doctors. I Used To Dress Up In A White Gauze Helmet And Go Round And See Babies Born And Cadavers Cut Open. This Fascinated Me, But I Could Never Bring Myself To Disciplining Myself To The Point Where I Could Learn All The Details That One Has To Learn To Be A Good Doctor. This Is The Sort Of Opposition: Somebody Who Deals Directly With Human Experiences, Is Able To Cure, To Mend, To Help, This Sort Of Thing.

I Woke To The Sound Of Rain.

Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

If I Rest, If I Think Inward, I Go Mad.