I prefer the absurdity of writing poems to the absurdity of not writing poems.
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.
I don't know the role I'm playing. I only know it's mine, non-convertible.
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune's darlings.
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.