The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.

This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.

Get ready for the future: it is murder.

Ring the bells that still can ring.

It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

You should go from place to place recovering the poems that have been written for you to which you can affix your signature. Don't discuss these matters with anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When the basket is full someone will appear to whom you can present it.

Follow me, the wise man said, but he walked behind.