“What ails us? What is the name Of our disease? Because we cannot utter it, It is something we cannot conjure or cure. It is the memory before this Paradise That is the darkness of our soul.” — Marne L. Kilates Copy Share Image
“His work killed the poet Because he called it complete. After it nothing else could be said.” — Marne L. Kilates Copy Share Image
“What ails us? What is the name Of our disease? Because we cannot utter it, It is something we cannot conjure or cure. It… — Marne L. Kilates Copy Share Image
