I Myself Am Hell; Nobody's Here

Wallowing In This Bloody Sty, I Cast For Fish That Pleased My Eye

Talking About The Past Is Like A Cat's Trying To Explain Climbing Down A Ladder.

Most Poetry Is Very Formal, But When A Modern Poet Is Formal He Gets More Attention For It Than Old Poets Did.

Sometimes Nothing Is So Solid To Me As Writing - I Suppose That's What A Vocation Means - At Times A Torment, A Bad Conscience, But All In All, Purpose And Direction.

I Myself Am Hell; Nobody's Here