When one burns one’s bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it.
Don’t be too harsh to these poems until they’re typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.
Because their words had forked no lightning they, Do not go gentle into that good night.
No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud.
Poetry is not the most important thing in life. I’d much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.
I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words, and nothing else.
An Anglo-Welsh writer is neither one thing nor the other. He keeps going in a no-man’s-land between two cultures.
From August to May, For a searat of man drifting through eternal blue, aboard the finest Debris.
I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn’t do to upset one’s own vanity.
