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Beauty Feeds Us. Anarchy Is Beauty. We Are Against The Grey People. We Want To Decorate, Like Those Fantastic Indian Lorries Which Are Covered With Flowers. Beauty Must Conquer The Lust For Order; Order Is Ugliness.

Guilt Is Also A Way For Us To Express To Others That We Are A Person Of Good Conscience. 'i Feel Really Guilty About Getting Drunk Last Night,' We Say, When In Actual Fact We Feel No Guilt Whatsoever Or, At Least, We Could Choose To Feel No Guilt. When People Say To Me, 'i Drank Too Much Last Night,' I Always Reply, 'i Drank Exactly The Right Amount.

As The Son Of A Feminist Mother, I Grew Up With The Idea That Work Was A Sort Of Salvation For Women As It Would Give Them Freedom From The Domestic Grind. Now It Seems Work Is A Form Of Slavery, Undertaken Out Of Apparent Compulsion Rather Than Choice.

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

We Have To Wonder Whether Digital Technology, Rather Than Making It Easier To Communicate, Is Actually Doing The Opposite. We Now Sit Alone At A Keyboard, Firing Off Zeros And Ones Into The Ether. Offices Are Silent.