The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

When words leave off, music begins.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

Experience is a good school. But the fees are high.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides Figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness And moving to the pagan sound.

The street's alive as secret debts are paid, Contacts made, they vanished unseen. Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades Hustling for the record machine. T…

We agree in principle. That's clear. But take The opposing law and make a peristyle, And from the peristyle project a masque Beyond the planets. Thus, our bawd…