On a blue island in a sky-wide water The wild orange trees continued to bloom and to bear, Long after the planter’s death. - Wallace Stevens

Logos and logic, crystal hypothesis, Incipit and a form to speak the word And every latent double in the word, Beau linguist.

To be young is all there is in the world. The rest is nonsense — and cant. They talk so beautifully about work and having a family and a home (and I do, too, sometimes) — but it’s all worry and head-aches and respectable poverty and forced gushing.... Telling people how nice it is, when, in reality, you would give all of your last thirty years for one of your first thirty. Old people are tremendous frauds.

Poetry is the scholar's art.