Friday, May 8, 2009

Straws in the wind...

Poetry is not a means to an end, but an end first... then a means.

You know you're getting old when you are no longer articulate about your own anguish.

All philosophy is fatalism.

The trivium has been superceded by the trivial.

If I had a spiritual life, it wouldn't be worth anything.

1 comment:

Henry Gould said...

Sounds like you could use a vacation, Don. Outdoors. Away from blogs & the Harriet-hysteriate.

Me too.

Everybody has a spiritual life... they just can't find the rock it's under.