That Is Our ‘pointed Task. Love &

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

I Can Offer You Only: This World Like A Knife

Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But Very Little.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn, And Moreover My Mother Told Me As A Boy (repeatedly) 'ever To Confess You're Bored Means You Have No Inner Resources.' I Conclude Now I Have No Inner Resources, Because I Am Heavy Bored.