Not Everyone Who Wants To

Stop Worrying, Nobody Gets Out Of This World Alive.

When You Cut It Up, Put The Pieces In Your Mouth And Swallowed Them, The British Hamburger Shaped Itself To The Bottom On Your Stomach Like Ballast, While Interacting With Your Gastric Juices To Form An Incipient Belch Of Enormous Potential, An Airship Which Had Been Inflated In A Garage. This Belch, When Silently Released, Would Cause People Standing Twenty Yards Away To Start Examining The Soles Of Their Shoes. The Vocalized Version Sounded Like A Bag Of Tools Thrown Into A Bog.

It's A Big Thing To Call Yourself A Poet. All I Can Say Is That I Have Always Written Poems. I Don't Think I'm Interested In Any Discussion About Whether I'm A Good Poet, A Bad Poet Or A Great Poet. But I Am Sure, I Want To Write Great Poems. I Think Every Poet Should Want That.

Prejudices Are Useless. Call Los Angeles Any Dirty Name You Like - Six Suburbs In Search Of A City, Paradise With A Lobotomy, Anything - But The Fact Remains That You Are Already Living In It Before You Get There

The Streets, At Least In This Part Of Town, Seemed Impossibly Clean In Comparison To London. The Public Telephones Were Unvandalised. For A London Telephone Booth To Look Like That It Would Have To Be Guarded Around The Clock By The Sas.