My ambition is handicapped by laziness
The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.
… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.
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.
our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory
Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.