The pulse of intention does not move so that one Can see it, and moral machinery is not labelled, but The future of time is determined by the power o… - Marianne Moore

Durer would have seen a reason for living
in a town like this

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

china eyes and furry countenance confront the nymph’s large eyes — gray eyes that now are black, for she with controlled agitated glance explores the insect’s face and all’s a-quiver with significance. It is Goya’s scene of the tame magpie faced by crouching cats. Butterflies do not need home advice. As though the admiring nymph were patent-leather cricket singing loud or gnat-catching garden-toad, the swallow- tail bewitched and haughty,