One tends to write beyond what’s needed.
Category Archive: 1923
I don’t believe I have a mission. Sometimes I really have a spiritual need to say something more general about the world, and sometimes something personal.
It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself.
Children know from a remarkably early age that things are being kept from them, that grown-ups participate in a world of mysteries.
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
I’ve reached the age of self-knowledge, so I don’t know anything. People who claim that they know something are responsible for most of the fuss in the world.
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
To identify the enemy is to free the mind.
I cannot speak for more than an hour exclusively about poetry. At that point, life itself takes over again.