I Drink To Keep Body And Soul

Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never Close Your Mind.

I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk Possible.

Yet There Are Times When A Deeper Need Enters, When We Want The Poem To Be Not Only Pleasurably Right But Compellingly Wise, Not Only A Surprising Variation Played Upon The World, But A Re-tuning Of The World Itself.

The Bogholes Might Be Atlantic Seepage. The Wet Centre Is Bottomless.

At Home In Ireland, There's A Habit Of Avoidance, An Ironical Attitude Towards The Authority Figure.