To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

As a poet, one lives a bit on air. I always like someone who can teach me something practical.

So learn about life. Cut yourself a big slice with the silver server, a big slice of pie. Open your eyes. Let life happen.

God, if ever I have come close to wanting to commit suicide, it is now, with the groggy sleepless blood dragging through my veins, and the air thick and gray with rain ... I fell into bed again this morning, begging for sleep, withdrawing into the dark, warm, fetid escape from action, from responsibility. No good.

I am myself. That is not enough.

Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.

Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming?