I'm Standing Up Thinking. Anybody

You Pay Your Money, You Take Your Choice. I Get The Audience My Language Attracts And I Lose The Ones It Repels.

A Myth Is The Name Of A Terrible Lie Told By A Smelly Little Brown Person To A Man In A White Suit With A Pair Of Binoculars.

When My Mother Left Her Second Husband, She Wrote Her Autobiography And Presented It To Him For His Approval.

While I've Had A Great Distaste For What's Usually Called Song In Modern Poetry Or For What's Usually Called Music, I Really Don't Think Of Speech As So Far From Song.

I Have Spoken To Expert Audiences Occasionally, But Then No Audience Is Expert Over The Whole Range Of Things I Want To Explore.