The only poem i have been able to find by a Dallas poet contemporaneous with the Kennedy Assassination:

     "The Spell

You can almost see him, looking as if well,
Shedding it, shaking it off,
The least shadow on the shoulders
Marking the hurt--as if absorbed almost;
Then the face turning, alive--

Only hesitating momentarily--

Until you remember how the head
Was horribly shattered
And fell, with the lifted hair,
As from an ax in back--Oswald
Cutting a path for himself
In the midst of America, a wedge;

But was the thing as it sped,
Coppered, leaden, not stopped
Perhaps there in the invincible thick hair?
Where the woman with her skill
Could pick it away, in her lap,
Breaking the spell? in the cloth of her dress--

It was deeper than that;
Neither burr nor dune thistle,
Nor like the roses she held
Black as blood in the light, so dark red--
But a kind of blunt bud, splintered
Into flower, that could not be touched,
Having its own final force that spread throughout,
The blind dark overwhelming him."

William Burford, A Beginning (1966)

The myth of Unity is the child of despair. --sayings of Asmodeus

Love is a destroyer of worlds, & the passport to all worlds. --This is not two secrets about love, but one.

"Rabbits live in our air so why not portrait busts?" --Gerald Burns in Probability and Fuzzy Dice

"Every lissom overture of the malaise pleased me." --Tanith Lee, The Secret Books of Paradys I & II (1988)

"When asked why he wrote in a dead language, [Isaac Bashevis] Singer said he was wont to reply that he wrote mostly about ghosts, and that is what ghosts speak, a dead language." --Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill in NYT Book R 1-8-95;

"A print run for a book of poems in Irish is between 1,000 and 1,500 copies." --ibid [total # native speakers is about 60,000, or 2% of Ireland's pop.]

Alkaloids are Mt Olympus. --sayings of Asmodeus

'At the time of the revolutionary uprising in Dresden, he [Bakunin] proposed that they should set up Raphael's Madonna in ront of the struggling revolutionaries, in the belief that the army would not bring itself to fire upon it.' --Berdyaev, The Russian Idea (1947)