History calculates probability;
novelty is very difficult to assess.
A today empty of yesterdays
is as void as a tomorrow.

Memories are delicate.
Too much handling
will soil—or in some cases, erase—
them.

Unconstruct
the mechanisms
of senescence.

I hate an obscurantist
be he poet or priest.
Though art is dependent upon forgetfulness,
the impatience of impotence.

A tree stump, being an authentic remnant,
is sadder than a grave, which is merely representational.
Sometimes taking things out of context
is the best way to take them.

Sometimes what appear to be transgressions
are really corrections
of prior failure.