If I had known it I would have told my son, I'd rather shoot you than let you join the SS. But I didn't know.
Modern man must descend the spiral of his own absurdity to the lowest point; only then can he look beyond it. It is obviously impossible to get around it, jump over it, or simply avoid it.
Most victims of my autobiographical verse are either far too polite, remarkably understanding unaware that I have written poems about them.

