Sublime

When I talk with Ubertino I have the impression that hell is heaven seen from the other side.”

gloriously lacking in any relevance for our day, atemporally alien to our hopes and our certainties.

‘You are a poem – and that is to be the best part of a poet – what makes up the poet’s consciousness in his best moods,’ said Will, showing such originality as we all share with the morning and the spring-time and other endless renewals.

“Doogie Howser,

parable.