Well the themes for me were and remain sex and love and grief and death - the things that make us and undo us, create and destroy, how we breed and disappear and the emotional context that surrounds these events. ↗
Today not even a universal fire could make the torrential poetic production of our time disappear. But it is exactly a question of production, that is, of hand-made products which are subject to the laws of taste and fashion. ↗
I know a man
He came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman
Like a thorny crown
He said "Dolores
I live in fear
My love for you's so overpowering
I'm afraid that I will disappear ↗