Frank Corcoran

Write this down: there’s no such thing as good work without the whip, the lash, the fear of oblivion at dawn, the tax-exactor’s knock or the cruisgin lan either, the pursuit of wraiths and media and promises. Watch rotten compromise in every shape. Keep in shape through counterpoint exercises. Melt the slack off of the instrumental line, two or more. Turn off the light before midnight, certainly, the work done and the kettle de-blacked . Whistle concerto.