I May Never Be Happy, But Tonight

I Had Been Alone More Than I Could Have Been Had I Gone By Myself.

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.

For Me, Poetry Is An Evasion Of The Real Job Of Writing Prose.

Every Day One Has To Earn The Name Of 'writer' Over Again, With Much Wrestling.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing, Which Remark I Guess Shows I Still Don't Have A Pure Motive (o It's-such-fun-i-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) About Writing.