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A Lot Of My Poems Are About How Ill I Am And How I Probably Won't Live Beyond Next Week. I Publish A Poem And Everyone Says 'cluck Cluck, How Wonderful, How Brave', But Then Embarrassingly I'm Still Here! You See The Problem?

I've Only Got A Fraction Of The Energy I Once Had, But I Think I Probably Use It Better.

I Think The Great Trick Of Doing My Sort Of Thing Is To Learn To Use Your Downtime, And Of Course In The Media And Especially In Television, There's A Heck Of A Lot Of Time Of Waiting Around. And I Think The Trick Is To Use That.

Perhaps I Should Have Pointed Out More Often That Without Her (mother's) Guidance And Example I Might Have Gone Straight From Short Pants To Long Bay Gaol, Which In Those Days Was Still In Use And Heavily Populated By Larcenous Young Men Who Had Chosen Their Parents Less Wisely.

Men Never Sound More Stupid Than When They're Telling You They're A Very Complex Personality.