Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals.
All comparisons between America’s current place in the world and anything legitimately called an empire in the past reveal ignorance and confusion about any reasonable meaning of the concept empire, especially the comparison with the Roman Empire.
Most of these alternative arrangements, so-called, arise out of the ruins of marriages, not as an improvement of old fashioned marriage.
The left ask people to believe that there is no conflict between feminism and the family.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.
But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.
Dictators can fix up their entire families in good jobs, in or around government, and often do. In democracies, such a practice is frowned upon. Privileged access to the corridors of power through family connections and a kind of old boys’ network, is also deemed an abuse of power, and so it is.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
Even the people who come our way look upon us in amazement, that we run only for the healing of Mother Earth.