All people believe their suffering is greater than others.
Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right.
It was the old psychosomatic side-step. Everyone in my family dances it at every opportunity. You've given me a splitting headache! You've given me indigestion! You've given me crotch rot! You've given me auditory hallucinations! You've given me a heart attack! You've given me cancer!
I convinced myself that sadness and compromise were the ways of the world.
It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.
art is not advocacy and advocacy is not art.