Poets Sing Our Human Music

I Like To Think That I'm A Sort Of Poet For Our Times.

What Do I Haveto Help Me, Without Spell Or Prayer,endure This Hour, Endless, Heartless, Anonymous,the Death Of Love?

My Prose Is Turgid, It Just Hasn't Got Any Energy

Better Off Dead Than Giving In; Not Taking What You Want.

I Think All Poets Must Feel This: That There Is Constantly Something New To Be Discovered In The Language. It's Like A Thrilling Encounter, And You Can Find Things.