This Time Has Finished Me.

Life Itself Is Not The Miracle. That Pain Should Be So Constant, That's The Miracle -

The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That Is Sometimes Difficult.

I Can't Think Of Any Poet-recluses Outside Of One Dead Jeffers. [robinson Jeffers] The Rest Of Them Want To Slobber Over Each Other And Hug Each Other. It Appears To Me That I Am The Last Of The Poet-recluses.

It Was Better For Me When I Could Imagine Greatness In Others, Even If It Wasn't Always There.

I Hid In Bars, Because I Didn't Want To Hide In Factories.