I want to kill every best-seller list and encourage Americans to discover for themselves inspired new literature that will endure in perpetuity. Let’s pluck from squalid obscurity underground, and publish, the next Hemingways, Fitzgeralds, Morrisons, Bellows, Barths, Vonneguts and Faulkners.

God in His infinite wisdom blessed humans with redundant tongues: one to outfit the mouth for speech. And a mother tongue to give it meaning... Though it wags out such inconceivable beauty, attached to the mother tongue lies one much maligned woman.

The HouseflyI’m just a little pesky thing,Flying to eke out a living. So round and round and round I hiss,And fill the air with busy bliss.Of hand and swatter steering clear,I venture to light on crumbs and beer.In salad days I was a Grecian king.War and famine make me sing.How much they’d like to whack me flat,With a newspaper or even a baseball bat.Splat!

God made women too beautiful and their memories too long.

Hacks are killing our national literary culture. America treats best-sellers like literary lions and literary lions worse than stray dogs.

How shall we embrace the common man: give us a reason without a doubt?Is Everyman fated as an island unto himself ‘til his last bright day goes by?

I look forward to the promising upside of the long-term that lingers ahead for me after such abysmal days. Things always just seem to balance out in the long run. In fact, I’m almost there. The zero line is within inches of my trembling outstretched grasp.

New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.

The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.

After vindictive winter, apple blossoms seem all the more heaven-sent.Among flashing forsythia and budding rose, dogwood and daffodil,The allure of magnolia, azalea and wisteria to lovers’ dreams are lent.Resolve is recompense as seedtime’s blush dispenses with the chill,How sweet-scented is New England now as winter tempests are through.My darling girl, the divinest bloom in cherry blossom time just happens to be you.