Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom.

. . . Orpheus struck dumb with hindsight.

Go then, O my inseperable, this once more,

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

Cities are built out of poet's dreams.

[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.

comingdownwithsomethinggoingawaywithnothing

poems open doors;that don't even exist.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

If food is poetry, is not poetry also food?

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is never abandon it is only remixed.

One must read poetry with one's nerves.