I gave my joy long kisses thigh to thigh
December night, the solstice of our love,
ascending toward the Christmas of the seed
and feeding the poor universe with yet
another bone devoted to a bone.
For all we knew that love is fiber, [...]
Nonrepresentational art has never succeeded in obliterating the art of interpreting the visible and imagined realities of our existence: man, his objects and actions, his dreams, and the natural world in which he lives, but it has entrenched itsel [...]