I Just Want To Leave This World

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

Love Is A State That I Would Like To Exist In Continuously.

You Write A Scene, And It Works Or It Doesn't. It's Immediate.

Most People Wait For The Muse To Turn Up. That's Terribly Unreliable. I Have To Sit Down And Pursue The Muse By Attempting To Work.

In Getting Older, I Find Myself Becoming Progressively More Ineffectual In A Lot Of Different Ways, And Part Of That Is Down To No Longer Having The Youthful Feeling That What You're Doing Has Any True Impact.