Even though poetry was written for the 'minds ear' as well as the physical ear, the minds ear can be trained only by the other ... which comes back to reading poetry aloud.

Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.

And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.

The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin, and precision ends.

The poet's first job of work is to put bread on the table.

The passion to condense from book to book Unbroken wisdom in a single look, Though we know well that when this fix the head, The mind's immortal, but the man is dead.

The rain of matter upon sense Destroys me momently. The score: There comes what will come.

Reptilian green the wrinkled throat, Green as a bough of yew the beard; He bent his head, and so I smote

By practice and conviction formed, With ancient stubbornness ingrained, Although her body clung and swarmed, My own identity remained.

The more I think I know I realize, the more that is left unknown and that's the best part.

Unlike fine furniture, a man is better unfinished.

Perhaps one never seems so much at one's ease as when one has to play a part.

I used to worry about being cool. Now I realize that I genuinely don't care.

We need a boundless ethic, one which will include the animals, too. Until we extend the circle of his compassions to all living things, we will not find peace.

There are heroes in evil as well as in good.

The only thing that keeps you from deserving, or loving yourself, or whatever, is someone else's belief or opinion that you have accepted as truth.

I completely understand the responsibility I have in continuing the sonic style that I have created.

Thank George Michael for your radical activism in the LGBTQ community! Love you always!

All office workers are afraid of being late for work.