The Only Time That Love Is An

I Want To Rid My Heart Of Envy, And Cleanse My Soul Of Rage Before I'm Through.

I Lived In An Attached House. My Father Used To Drive Into The Wrong Driveway All The Time. He'd Say, Damn It, How Do You Tell One Of These Houses From Another?

I Always Get Very Calm With Baseball.

Philip Larkin Didn't Write For Several Years Before His Life Ended. And When He Was Asked Why He Didn't Write, He Said The Muse Deserted Him. And When I Read That, It Really Had A Profound Effect Upon Me, Sort Of Scared Me. So That's Why I Think I Have No Right To Assume That Some Thought Is Going To Come... But I Think, In My Imagination, If It Is It, There Will Probably Be Something Else I'm Interested In.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.