Experience has taught me when I am shaving of a morning to keep watch over my thoughts because if a line of poetry strays into my memory my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
If a line of poetry strays into my memory my skin bristles so that the razor...
It evolved from my experience in the fifties growing up during the McCarthy...
One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death one dies one's life.
