Everybody should live quietly whether his experiences are happy or sad, whether they are successes or failures. That is contentment.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
Poems aren't postcards to send home.
There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the person who should have written it.
If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter. . . Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.
I would like a simple life yet all night I am laying poems away in a long box.
In an odd way (the death of John Daly) is cheering news!
Alimony is the curse of the writing class.
I think that just as we're in the nuclear era we're also in an era of non-violence. It's undefeatable.
Well chaps first I'd like to say a few vile things more or less at random, not only because it is expected of me but also because I enjoy it.