Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.

You lose your grip, and then you slip into the Masterpiece.

i would like to remind the management that the drinks are watered and the hat-check girl has syphilis and the band is composed of former ss monsters However since it is new year's eve and i have lip cancer i will place my paper hat on my concussion and dance

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

Growing old becomes clear to you at a certain point. I think it's after the age of 70 you realize - you begin to actually be convinced - you're growing older.

Ring the bells that still can ring.