in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

We have to make myths of our lives, the point being that if we do, then every grief or inexplicable seizure by weather, woe, or work can-if we discipline ourselves and think hard enough-be turned to account, be made to yield further insight into what it is to be alive, to be a human being.

It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

A great silence has descended on me for the last six months. I am as silent as an Arab in the desert, as dry, thirsty, and full of wonder and rumours which do not materialize into camels or travellers at all, but just vanish into the silent spaces from where they came. I expect this is a good thing though it is extremely irritating - the brink of a voice and never a voice.

I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for me.