Bourbon Does For Me What The Piece

If Poets Often Commit Suicide, It Is Not Because Their Poems Are Bad But Because They Are Good. Whoever Heard Of A Bad Poet Committing Suicide? The Reader Is Only A Little Better Off. The Exhilaration Of A Good Poem Lasts Twenty Minutes, An Hour At Most. Unlike The Scientist, The Artist Has Reentry Problems That Are Frequent And Catastrophic.

Like Many Young Men In The South, He Had Trouble Ruling Out The Possible. They Are Not Like An Immigrant's Son In Passaic Who Desires To Become A Dentist And That Is That. Southerners Have Trouble Ruling Out The Possible. What Happens To A... Man To Whom All Things Seem Possible And Every Course Of Action Open? Nothing Of Course.

I Have Discovered That Most People Have No One To Talk To, No One, That Is, Who Really Wants To Listen. When It Does At Last Dawn On A Man That You Really Want To Hear About His Business, The Look That Comes Over His Face Is Something To See.

Have You Noticed That Only In Time Of Illness Or Disaster Or Death Are People Real?

Whenever I Feel Bad, I Go To The Library And Read Controversial Periodicals. Though I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Liberal Or A Conservative, I Am Nevertheless Enlivened By The Hatred Which One Bears The Other. In Fact, This Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World.