All Lies And Jests, Still A Man

Philip Larkin Didn't Write For Several Years Before His Life Ended. And When He Was Asked Why He Didn't Write, He Said The Muse Deserted Him. And When I Read That, It Really Had A Profound Effect Upon Me, Sort Of Scared Me. So That's Why I Think I Have No Right To Assume That Some Thought Is Going To Come... But I Think, In My Imagination, If It Is It, There Will Probably Be Something Else I'm Interested In.

These Are The Days Of Miracle And Wonder.

People Ask How I Feel About Getting Old. I Tell Them I Have The Same Question. I'm Learning As I Go.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

When I Look Back At All The Crap I Learned In High School, It's A Wonder I Can Think At All.