you know, at 63, if I hadn't been born mortal, you know, I'd still choose it. For some odd reason, I seem to be a being pretty happy with my own short shining path. Mind you, its taken me awhile.

yes yes i think the combination of the Remington hair cutter, so you can cut down to almost zero the natural baldness each day as you shave the part of your face that is not 'in goatee' is the best plan for appearances at 63... it is a funny thing that us white men, when born as little babies, do look usually so sweetly rotund and round faced and hairless, and when we get to the middle and old years, we approach the same generic innocence exactly in the way we look. Well done nature, well done indeed.

AGE: the only thing we are all doing together. I think that for a fair enough time in life you do have to face challenges and draw yourself up to be that person who faced those challenges...in some of the challenges, your success was exemplary, as is natural and personal enough, and some, well, you failed...as is natural and personal enough. What we have done in life has been done well enough. The amazing thing is, is that, for this world, and where we came from, we bothered to care at all, at all. Yet, it is by building this bridge of care over those long years that the young can travel over it now and find their own way....but mind you, I expect that they will still have no idea what they are doing...and I think that's pretty fucking obvious.

BBC: Spaghetti-Harvest in Ticino

MELBOURNE REAL ESTATE: from what i can see, in melbourne, you can buy a nice 2 bedroom 1 bathroom rat house for only $2 million dollars...but who would want to do that? It is still a rat house, and no matter how busy you are making connections and interacting with folk and what is that other word for it..., that 'making important contact' word that eludes me...well, that word anyway...that word that blurs the line between being a human being and being an absolute self serving narcissist cunt...what is that word? ...hang on... ah, that's it...Networking...and all that, after you've eaten out at some Tibetan-Thai cafe, you still have to come home to a rat house...and a fucking tiny dirty noisy rat house at that. Melbourne real estate is not a price bubble, its a rat bubble.

To Ossify a Poem: Now, ossifying can only be done by the living poet themselves, when they take the poem, over the years of word changes etc, and set it for good. Then it has bones, then you can see if it stands up...and that's not up to you at all. That's up to it. by that time you have basically nothing to do with it. the ting with poems is that you write the poem and it is only from the poem that the poet emerges...if at all. we think that artists paint pictures, but it is the pictures that project the artist into a short reality....not the other way round at all.The artist is the projection, and they're usually terrible messy folk and don't last long, that's for sure...same with the good poets. It isnt a long or well paid gig at all, at all. that's the thing...the poem, the painting...it has to be equal to life, but not life...and this involves a certain payment...and it is in the payment that an artist can briefly emerge, but never for long.

none of us can be masters of the art we freely chose to be the servants of. we pass too fast to be involved in the great notions of the gods that bedevil us wit all the manifestations of love.