Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.
Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation.
I smell blood and an era of prominent madmen.
A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.
I don't get acting jobs because of my looks.