Write To Amuse? What An Appalling Suggestion!

At Lunchtime I Bought A Huge Orange The Size Of It Made Us All Laugh. I Peeled It And Shared It With Robert And Dave— They Got Quarters And I Had A Half. And That Orange It Made Me So Happy, As Ordinary Things Often Do Just Lately. The Shopping. A Walk In The Park This Is Peace And Contentment. It's New. The Rest Of The Day Was Quite Easy. I Did All My Jobs On My List And Enjoyed Them And Had Some Time Over. I Love You. I'm Glad I Exist.

Write To Amuse? What An Appalling Suggestion! I Write To Make People Anxious And Miserable And To Worsen Their Indigestion.

I've Never Been More Famous Than I Was, Suddenly, In 1986.

I've Said What I'm Prepared To Say In My Poems, And Then Journalists Think That You're Going To Tell Them A Whole Lot More.

I Always Tell Students That Writing A Poem And Publishing It Are Two Quite Separate Things, And You Should Write What You Have To Write, And If You're Afraid It's Going To Upset Someone, Don't Publish It.