Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
We are all born; some remain so.
How do you manage it, she said, at your age? I told her I'd been saving up for her all my life.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.