Being Good To People Is The Only

When Stuck Years Ago In A Job I Hated, My Only Friend Was The Public Bench. As The Tedious Mornings Dragged On, How I Would Long For The Lunch Hour, When I Would Be Able To Escape The Torture Of The Office And Stroll Over To The Churchyard And Into The Comforting Wooden Embrace Of One Of Its Benches.

Indolence Of Course Is An Absolutely Crucial Part Of The Creative Process: You Do Not Find Poets Sitting In Rows In Cavernous Word Factories, Staring At Screens. They Are Rather To Be Found Lolling On The Sofa Or Strolling Through The Groves, Nursing Their Melancholic Temperaments And Losing Themselves In Extended Reveries.

All Poets Are Idlers, Even If All Idlers Are Not Poets.

These Days We Seem More Bound To Our Bosses Than Ever Before. We Even Identify Our Own Selves With The Jobs We Do: "what Do You Do?" Is The First Question We Ask Each Other At Parties, As If A Job Title Could Express A Fundamental Truth About Our Personality.

Often, The Things That A Lot Of Work Has Gone Into Have Been Incredibly Bad Because They're Over-worked.