The role of the poet is almost nothing...drearily nothing. And when he steps outside of his boots and tries to get tough as our dear Ezra [Pound] did, he will get his pink little ass slapped.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

You've got to rise from the floor alone or fall back alone.

If you are going to try, go all the way or don't even start. If you follow it you will be alive with the gods. It is the only good fight there is.