Do not give that poet licence to print. Trust him with nothing more than a bent quill. Give him no room to manoeuvre, no hint of suggestion; no modicum of thrill; nothing to spill upon […]

Do not give that poet licence to print. Trust him with nothing more than a bent quill. Give him no room to manoeuvre, no hint of suggestion; no modicum of thrill; nothing to spill upon […]
Made in his likeness. More true than correct. A permanent resemblance, confirming his rigidity. In every respect a replica; and in that sense, a thing to be admired. As would justify impressive compliment: so highly […]
He stakes his claim and demands position, stipulates his terms and fixes his spot. We watch askance, this crude exhibition of stubbornness; will he, or will he not? Those around him, about his axel spin, […]
‘Tis one thing to be untaught, ignorant of facts and figures; as to be naive. Quite another to be belligerent, to bludgeon truth and blatantly deceive. One can accommodate some innocence, show a little slack […]
No curse more worse than animosity. Hateful envy, a pox of bilious bile, jealous anger, savage ferocity, pity gone putrid, ugly and vile. Desires become cravings; converted wants become needs; crudely, love becomes lust; good […]
From love, love borrows that which love has lent. When love says: “I love you” love says the same. And so love is a circular argument. It’s a roundabout affair; claim for claim. “Good night” […]