I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A

There Ain't Nothin' To Dyin', Really. You Just Get Tired. You Kind Of Drift Away.

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

To Be Precise And Reckless: That Is The Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

A Poet Is Someone Who Stands Outside In The Rain Hoping To Be Struck By Lightning.