the poet I saw once...but whose words have long beenin my mind, windows of invincible candles... Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ideas must work through the brains and arms of men, or they are no better than dreams Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
This dream the world is having about itselfincludes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,a groove in the grass my father showed us allone day while meadowlarks were trying to tellsomething better about to happen. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Talent is a faucet. When it is on, one must write. Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If words allow themselves to be handled, it is with the help of infinite carefulness. One has to welcome them, listen to the, before asking any service of them. Words are living things closely involved with human life. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person... Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
If rape or arson, poison or the knifeHas wove no pleasing patterns in the stuffOf this drab canvas we accept as life -It is because we are not bold enough! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>