We were able to hear the earthquake rupture. It's a very eerie sound, obviously. It definitely sends shivers down your spine... It's the sound of the earth ripping apart for that long.

We definitely were not prepared, but I guess we were prepared the best we could. I obviously wasn't able to assess the strengths and weaknesses of Colorado because we didn't give them a fair fight.

The sound shivers through the walls, through the table, through the window frame, and into my finger. These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics. Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed... and this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

I think most people are curious about what it would be like to be able to meet yourself - it's eerie.

That gave me the shivers................. Music=Life

If poetry introduces the strange, it does so by means of the familiar. The poetic is the familiar dissolving into the strange, and ourselves wit it. It never dispossesses us entirely, for the words, the images (once dissolved) are charged with emotions already experienced, attached to objects which link them to the known.