To What Will Love Not Stoop!

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

We Could Have Saved Sixpence. We Could Have Saved Fivepence. But At What Cost?

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

The Confusion Is Not My Invention. We Cannot Listen To A Conversation For Five Minutes Without Being Aware Of The Confusion. It Is All Around Us And Our Only Chance Now Is To Let It In. The Only Chance Of Renovation Is To Open Our Eyes And See The Mess. It Is Not A Mess You Can Make Sense Of.

I Pause To Record That I Feel In Extraordinary Form. Delirium Perhaps.