The light that is shining
over there is a traffic sign.
I returned the money I borrowed.

My bird is the cardinal,
one will sometimes come to me

or vanishing bluebird,

I wish somebody would give me
a couple of live panda bears.
After all these years I deserve them.

They come in many sizes—small and faint, loud and 
thunderous. And it’s a problem, what to do with them,
they won’t rise up to heaven where ears have the power

I hold no greater value
than the secret
Please believe I strive

What life
after the photograph
of the granddaughters

Paranoia imposes its own vision on the external world; it differs from other kinds of visionary experience in that the paranoid wants others to share his view—even insists on it. Paranoia is very like poetic creativity.

This is not the place to
 discuss the rain forests
  of Paraguay, or their

My thesis concerns the quantification of desire: what constitutes a unit of passion, what represents a significant change in body heat? Think of all the love given out without counting: to the mistress of a man who sleeps in a bed separate from his wife, whose business interests weigh heavily upon him.

Except for an occasional touch of flu
the painter Picasso is in his usual good health.
He still works and enjoys auto rides in the country: