Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.'' Philip Larkin
I am beginning to think of the human imagination as a fruit machine on which victories are rare and separated by much vain expense, and represent a rare alignment of mental and spiritual qualities that normally are quite at odds.
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
I don't think I write well - just better than anyone else.
All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.
I think a young poet, or an old poet, for that matter, should try to produce something that pleases himself personally, not only when he's written it but a couple of weeks later. Then he should see if it pleases anyone else, by sending it to the kind of magazine he likes reading.