The Poet Greatest Desire

Conditioned to ecstasy, the poet is like a gorgeous unknown bird mired in the ashes of thought. If he succeeds in freeing himself, it is to make a sacrificial flight to the sun. His dreams of a regen...

A Look at Life

There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shar...

What We Are About

I think the iPod is the true face of Republican politics, and I�m in favor of the music industry - standing up proud and saying it out loud: We in the Chiclet-manufacturing business are not about soc...