The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

I Think It Was Milosz, The Polish Poet, Who When He Lay In A Doorway And Watched The Bullets Lifting The Cobbles Out Of The Street Beside Him Realised That Most Poetry Is Not Equipped For Life In A World Where People Actually Die. But Some Is.

What’s Writing Really About? It’s About Trying To Take Fuller Possession Of The Reality Of Your Life.

The Progress Of Any Writer Is Marked By Those Moments When He Manages To Outwit His Own Inner Police System.