"He reminds me of one of the early popes or one of the more degenerate emperors, such as Domitian: cruel, imperious, humorless, and psychologically brittle."


"After a storm saguaros glisten like mint trombones." --Asleep Inside An Old Guitar


(Robinson)

Appearing out of silence from behind him,
For that which had no name. To think at all

The last deplorable profundity
Made the world firm again. He leapt away

Now scattered and forgotten save as names
Blacker than any night that ever veiled

That we should find each other tonight like this,
And this must be the way. There was no other;

That music and that wordless murmuring
Into that room and for a moment stayed

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