Beware of advice-even this.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
The past is a bucket of ashes
I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter.
Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.