A Life Without Fame Can Be A

I Work On The Assumption, Or Let It Be The Fear, That The Reader Will Stop Reading If I Stop Being Interesting.

The Rattle Of Plastic Keys Reminds Me Of A Squadron Of Butterflies Failing To Fight Their Way Out Of A Paper Bag.

A Lot Of My Poems Are About How Ill I Am And How I Probably Won't Live Beyond Next Week. I Publish A Poem And Everyone Says 'cluck Cluck, How Wonderful, How Brave', But Then Embarrassingly I'm Still Here! You See The Problem?

My Wife And I Just Started Listening To The Late Beethoven Quartets Together, An Activity I Recommend For All Married Couples, But That Doesn't Really Mean That I'm Finished Reading.

I'm Certainly Not A Linguist. I Learned What Languages I Could Learn In Order To Read Books And I Can't Really Speak Them. I Couldn't Have Stayed Out Of Jail In Most Of Them.