There Can Be No Good Art That

My Heart Was Full Of Softening Showers, I Used To Swing Like This For Hours, I Did Not Care For War Or Death, I Was Glad To Draw My Breath.

I Don't Think Auden Liked My Poetry Very Much, He's Very Anglican.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

Why Does My Muse Only Speak When She Is Uhnhappy? She Does Not, I Only Listen When I Am Unhappy.

Life May Be Treacherous, But You Can Always Depend On Death.