I’ve never been lonely.

I’ve been in a room – I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed.

I’ve felt awful – awful beyond all – but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room.

In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude.

It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness.

I’ll quote Ibsen, „The strongest men are the most alone.“

You know the typical crowd, „Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?“ Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there.

It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves.

I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night.

I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all.

Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself.

I’m the best form of entertainment I have.

Let’s drink more wine!


the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,

and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too

and nobody finds the
but keep
crawling in and out
of beds.

flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than

there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else