Writers & Poets

Kearneysville, WV. One thing I enjoy about the Christmas break is the chance to sit back and read a novel. For some months I...

But as a profound poet trying to make a comfortable living I can’t really trouble myself about that fit audience though few. . . . Were I to start thinking about poetry in the social context, I’d be sliding down that slippery slope toward place, limits, and liberty. And then what? Localism? God help us!

Men cut off from their origins and alienated from their selves become desperate, and desperate men do desperate deeds.

Lovers of snow and cold are qualitatively different from the lovers of sun and surf; they are different moral beings altogether.

Phillip Blond to lecture in Washington D.C and Philadelphia - thanks to FPR

If your religion--or at least your concept of the moral norms of the civil order--lacks a notion of grace, it therefore also lacks a notion of gifts; all it can say is that some people are lucky, not that some people are blessed.

It seemed a good time to get out and leave the classroom to idiots who couldn’t learn and didn’t know better, and imbeciles who couldn’t teach and should have known better.

Besides, the harshest criticisms of any place come from those who truly love and belong to it.

Your body’s yours, just as this poem is mine: to make, destroy—a tenancy of will, for every citizen and concubine.