May You Be Ordinary, As The Poet

We Thought We Were Being Mature When We Were Only Being Safe. We Imagined We Were Being Responsible But Were Only Being Cowardly. What We Called Realism Turned Out To Be A Way Of Avoiding Things Rather Than Facing Them.

But Life Never Lets You Go, Does It? You Can't Put Down Life The Way You Put Down A Book.

Most People, In My Opinion, Steal Much Of What They Are. If They Didn't What Poor Items They Would Be.

Had My Life Increased, Or Merely Added To Itself? There Had Been Addition And Subtraction In My Life, But How Much Multiplication?

Whores. Necessary In The Nineteenth Century For The Contraction Of Syphilis, Without Which No One Could Claim Genius.