I’ve had a number of near misses during my travels that in retrospect seem of greater concern than they did at the time. I guess that is what happens with age.
When you begin to write poems because you love language, because you love poetry. Something happens that makes you write poems. And the writing of poems is incredibly pleasurable and addictive.
It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.
Sometimes you have a poem that you really want to write and it never happens.
Anytime you interfere with a natural process, you’re playing God. God determines what happens naturally. That means when a person’s ill, he shouldn’t go to a doctor because he’s asking for interference with God’s will. But of course, patients can’t think that way.
The biggest problem is the funerals that don’t exist. People call the funeral home, they pick up the body, they mail the ashes to you, no grief, no happiness, no remembrance, no nothing. That happens more often than it doesn’t in the United States.
How strange a thing like that happens to a man. He dabbles in something and does not realise that it is his life.
If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
When a pile of cups is tottering on the edge of the table and you warn that they will crash to the ground, in South Africa you are blamed when that happens.
I’m interested to see what happens with Fox News and phone hacking. I really can’t believe it just happens in Great Britain. Because really, who cares about just hacking phones over there?