Anybody who writes doesn't like to be misunderstood.
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
When I go fishing I like to know that there's nobody within five miles of me.
Well, I love fishing. I wouldn't kill a fly myself but I've no hesitation in killing a fish. A lot of men are like that. No bother. Out you come. Thump. And that's not the only reason.
All those authors there, most of whom of course I've never met. That's the poetry side, that's the prose side, that's the fishing and miscellaneous behind me. You get an affection for books that you've enjoyed.
I used to fish the Border rivers, but nowadays you have to queue up for a shot and I can't stand that.
I used to have a great love for Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy, the big boys of the last century.
Well, I'm a light traveller. I chuck things away.
And the second question, can poetry be taught? I didn't think so.
All I write about is what's happened to me and to people I know, and the better I know them, the more likely they are to be written about.
And if they haven't got poetry in them, there's nothing you can do that will produce it.
But I hang on to books. I love them. I even think they're very nice decor in a room - far better than paintings... That's not quite true!
I don't think of myself all the time.
I find it's impossible for me to read Proust.
I only keep books that I like very much. Otherwise I'd throw them out.
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