We Are Using Our Own

This World Is Gradually Becoming A Place Where I Do Not Care To Be Any More.

So If I Were Talking To A Young Writer, I Would Recommend The Cultivation Of Extreme Indifference To Both Praise And Blame Because Praise Will Lead You To Vanity, And Blame Will Lead You To Self-pity, And Both Are Bad For Writers.

Wishin' Was Dyin' But I Gotta Make It All This Way To That Bed On These Feet.

I Think That What Happens In My Poetic Work In The Future Will Depend On My Being Knocked In The Face, And Thrown Flat, And Given Cancer, And All Kinds Of Other Things Short Of Senile Dementia.

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.