I, who am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement, make this mark, waiting for some winter's evening.

“I am not sinuous or suave; I sit among you abrading your softness with my hardn…”

“It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fi…”

“While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obs…”

“For one day as I leant over a gate that led into a field, the rhythm stopped: t…”