'the stream / that has no language'

'the same thing of no importance'

The Mars rover takes Myspace shots of itself.

Readings gather, draw together.

I could use one of Celan's tree-high thoughts.

Sam and Diane can't help laughing at each other's jokes.

Never begin with 'My work…'.

'A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.'

Philosophers mustn't mistake pieties for truths.