He writes about love, life, war, switching from tragedy to comedy and back again with unnerving agility. Then he switches to seriousness, exactly the same way he moves from tragedy to comedy and vice versa in his poetry. He subjects his personal life to the same brutal scrutiny, mixing metaphors with glee. In his poems, roses and birds are similes for gunfire, lovers are snipers and death is life. I'm just 20, three times over.
Asceticism is stupid.
Life is unbelievably short. Somehow, he couldn't have said anything else.