What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
To love is an exquisite pain Being loved is only half as interesting. * Life is a great big booze party Death seems to be the hangover. * Undying love requires the peculiar passion of youth Then over the years, it becomes an occasional feeling.