something has been said for sobriety but very little.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

One must be ruthless with one's own writing or someone else will be.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

Praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.