Hyperion (Hyperion Cantos, Book 1)

“Language serves not only to express thought but to make possible thoughts which could not exist without

Belief in one’s identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one’s immortality…and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

Francis Bacon once said, “There arises from a bad and unapt formation of words a wonderful obstruction to the mind.”

IN THE BEGINNING was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.

Francis Bacon once said, “There arises from a bad and unapt formation of words a wonderful obstruction to the mind.”

IN THE BEGINNING was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.

A CAVALRY CHARGE was something beyond Kassad’s experience. Watching twelve hundred armored horses charging directly at him created internal sensations which Kassad found a bit unnerving. The charge took less than forty seconds but Kassad discovered that this was ample time for his mouth to go absolutely dry, his breathing to begin to have problems,

“Six tired people,” said the Consul. The baby began crying again. “Seven. Do you have space for us?”

If the Church is meant to die, it must do so—but do so gloriously, in the full knowledge of its rebirth in Christ. It must go into the darkness not willingly but well—bravely and firm of faith—like the millions who have gone before us, keeping faith with all those generations facing death in the isolated silence of death camps and nuclear fireballs