In My Next Life I Will Try

Happy Are The Beloved And The Lovers And Those Who Can Live Without Love.

Life And Death Have Been Lacking In My Life.

Time Is The Substance From Which I Am Made. Time Is A River Which Carries Me Along, But I Am The River; It Is A Tiger That Devours Me, But I Am The Tiger; It Is A Fire That Consumes Me, But I Am The Fire.

Best Thing To Happen For A Poet. A Fine Death, No? An Impressive Death.

He Consorted With Prostitutes And Poets...and With Persons Even Worse.