“A poem isn't a good poem, until you need it.”

“A good poem is a tautology. It expands one word by adding a number which clarify it, thus making a new word which has never before been spoken. The seedword is always so ordinary that hardly anyone perceives it. Classical odes grow from and or because, romantic lyrics from but and if. Immature verses expand a personal pronoun ad nauseam, the greatest works bring glory to a common verb. Good poems, therefore, are always close to banality, over which, however, they tower like precipices.”

“Some days i'm bursting at the seams With all my half remembered dreams And then it shoots me down again I feel the dampness as it creeps I hear you coughing in your sleep Beneath a broken window pane Tomorrow girl i'll buy you chips A lollipop to stain your lips And it'll all be right as rain This ain't no love that's guiding me ”

“Cars they sound like waves that are breakingOn some distant shoreI gazed so hard into the great aching skyIt seemed that I， I wasn’t here no moreThat my rushing blood was a riverMy eyes two starsMy blowing hair all a quiverA whispering field of grassThat murmurs as you passOh my darlin’ KathleenThat whispers out your name”

“soulsThat we might break these moldsAnd free our restless soulsStart to believeThat we can rise aboveOur pettiness and loveLike we ain't loved beforeFree on this earthAs the surf that rollsAnd crashes on the shoreAnd hey now don't run and hideYour little heart awayIf it's goneWe'll sure never find itPining for lost innocenceTantalisingly I sawOur shadows moving through the doorTraces from a different timeWhen I was yours and you were truly mineAll mine”

“Wer mit den Haien schwimmt, der darf nicht bluten. Aber, mein Freund, Du blutest gerade. Und zwar heftig”

“Was man über Angst erreichte, das wurde stets auch mit Angst bezahlt. Die Mächtigen fielen irgendwann genauso der Hybris der Macht zum Opfer, wie die Ohnmächtigen dem Zorn über ihre Machtlosigkeit.”