I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

The Masses Are Always Wrong...wisdom Is Doing Everything The Crowd Does Not Do. All You Do Is Reverse The Totality Of Their Learning And You Have The Heaven They're Looking For.

That's The Way It Ends. The Thin Edge Of The Wedge.

I Feel Strangely Normal.

As A Recluse I Couldn't Bear Traffic. It Had Nothing To Do With Jealousy, I Simply Disliked People, Crowds, Anywhere, Except At My Readings. People Diminished Me, They Sucked Me Dry.

Love Dries Up, I Thought As I Walked Back To The Bathroom, Even Faster Than Sperm.