Evolution is not progress, that there is no ‘goal’ or direction to evolution. Evolution is change. Evolution ‘succeeds’ if that change best adapts some leaf or branch of its tree of life to conditions...
Emptiness is a good sign; that it presages openness to a new level of awareness, new insights, new experiences.
You have to live to really know things, my love
Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.
What’s it called? she asked. La putain enormé, said Ada. What does it mean?
We will revel in hardships and welcome strangeness.
We were gods then. But even gods must descend from their high thrones upon occasion.
Trusting in Theo—quiet, efficient Theo—to get him through the morning. Trusting in luck to get him through the day. Trusting in the drinking at Cicero’s to get him through the night. Trusting in the u...
They . . . are . . . so. . . sorry, she whispered. The machine brings back no . . . pictures . . . only the food and air and water. It is programmed . . . as you suggested, Dem Lia . . . to eliminate...
There were reprints of American editorials. Liberals saw it as a resurgence of social protest and decried the discrimination, poverty, and hunger that had provoked it. Conservative columnists acidly p...
Then the young men, streaming blood on their painted chests and backs, would stand and begin their dancing and chanting, leaning back from or toward the sacred tree so that their bodies were often sus...
Their three approaches fail but somehow the story itself succeeds, despite its narrator’s and even author’s failures!
The voice, sounding more than ever to Sol like some cut-rate holie director’s shallow idea of what God’s voice should sound like, came again: Sol! You must listen well. The future of humankind depends...
The strongest beings are those who sing themselves into existence.
The life of a poet lies not merely in the finite language-dance of expression but in the nearly infinite combinations of perception and memory combined with the sensitivity to what is perceived and re...
The cruciform does not like pain. Nor do I but, like the cruciform, I am willing to use it to serve my purposes. And I will do so consciously, not instinctively like the mindless mass of alien tissue...
The Matterhorn’s summit ridge is not quite what excited journalists like to call a knife-edge ridge. Our boot prints in the snow along the actual ridge prove this. Had it been a knife-edge ridge, with...
The Church might have died before this revelation could have brought new life to it. But
Poetry is only secondarily about words. Primarily, it is about truth.
Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.