Guys like us got nothing to look ahead to
It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.
And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.
How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?