There was a village in Finland when I was a boy…
You can’t escape intravenous comedy but you can try
Now and then someone recommends a novelist
Kid gloves should be “kind gloves”—leave the goats out of it
A friend called yesterday to share an aria
It’s been forty years since I last stood on my head
I was in Berlin when I did it
Right there on the Alexanderplatz
No one noticed
“Nothing must happen to you / No, what am I saying, / Everything must happen to you / and it must be wonderful.”
—Bodil Malmsten
Silly to think on it
But I’ve always been happy
Even in the psychiatric hospital
It’s a faint taste at first
Behind the tongue
Planet of the Blind 