there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails.

that your power of command with simple language was one of the magnificent things of our century. (from the poem: result)

I want so much that is not here and do not know where to go.

Beware of those who seek constant crowds; they are nothing alone.

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.