Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

It was a joy! Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you.

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

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.