The Catcher In The Rye... That's All

There Are Still A Few Men Who Love Desperately.

It's Really Too Bad That So Much Crumby Stuff Is A Lot Of Fun Sometimes.

You Don't Have To Think Too Hard When You Talk To Teachers.

If You're A Poet, You Do Something Beautiful. I Mean, You're Supposed To Leave Something Beautiful After You Get Off The Page And Everything. The Ones You're Talking About Don't Leave A Single, Solitary Thing Beautiful. All That Maybe The Slightly Better Ones Do Is Sort Of Get Inside Your Head And Leave Something There, But Just Because They Do, Just Because They Know How To Leave Something, It Doesn't Have To Be A Poem For Heaven's Sake. It May Just Be Some Kind Of Terribly Fascinating, Syntaxy Droppings--excuse The Expression. Like Manlius And Esposito And All Those Poor Men.

Who Wants Flowers When Youre Dead? Nobody.