“If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black.”

And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk.

The bandage will remain on the eyes of Justice as long as the Capitalist has the cut, shuffle, and deal.

But editors are still the world’s readers. And thus the eyes of the world.

The pretender sees no one but himself, Because he has the veil of conceit in front; If he were endowed with a God discerning eye, He would see that no one is weaker than himself.

Nicotine patches are great. Stick one over each eye and you can’t find your fags.

I’ve always had an artistic hand. I took on paint when I started falling in love with the abstract expressionists. I approached it from a physical standpoint, but I’ve also been honing my compositional eye through film.

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.

i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.

This love for everyday things, part natural from the wide eye of Infancy, part a literary calculation