...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

a good book can make an almost impossible existence, liveable ( from 'the luck of the word' )

well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm going to get you

I heard an airplane passing overhead. I wished I was on it.

Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss.

Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many splits with women. I need solitude more often when I'm not writing than when I am.