Poverty Is A Great Cutter-off And Riches

I Have Decided To Leave Clea’s Last Letter Un-answered. I No Longer Wish To Coerce Anyone, To Make Promises, To Think Of Life In Terms Of Compacts, Resolutions, Covenants. It Will Be Up To Clea To Interpret My Silence According To Her Own Needs And Desires, To Come To Me If She Has Need Or Not, As The Case May Be. Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

Brazil Is Bigger Than Europe, Wilder Than Africa, And Weirder Than Baffin Land.

Music Is Only Love Looking For Words.