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I make no apologies for [Bad Trickery], which some might find offensive. If it evokes some kind of response (be it anger, amusement, or agreement) from the reader, it simply means that I have succeeded as a poet. My intention is solely to tell it as it is, from the point of view of a young gay man who has had the experience of random, casual sex with strangers in public places. Not in Atlanta of course, where I believe they still lynch people.......

Despite the title, Ecstasy is not about drugs; it is also not above love, or the lack of it; it is actually about what love can do, & indeed does, to people who deceive themselves into thinking that they can't go on without it. It is about experiences, & how we live them; whether we like them or not; whether we do it consciously or otherwise -- it is also about self-delusion. In sum it is really quite a cheerful little poem haha!!!

Ea on the other hand doesn't (& isn't supposed to) have the wrist-slashing effect evoked by the previous poem. In Ea I've tried to introduce a bit of musicality which I think is a nice touch to light verse, even if the overall message can be something as irreverent as daydreaming & fantasy, which is what the poem is really all about.

Quiet Solitude was written at a particularly interesting period in any university undergradate's academic life -- the exam term. Just as the days get longer, the air fresher & the sunsets more seductive, one has to press on with the one horrid five-letter word in mind: ex-bloody-xams (oops thats more than five letters isnt it?). Nevertheless one still cannot be denied the occasional moment of pleasure that is spring.

How Glad was actually written one miserable day in Singapore, where I'm from, while sitting on a bus in the middle of a torrential monsoon downpour. I know coming home from work on public transport on a gloomy afternoon isn't usually the normal inspiration many look for, but with a pencil in one hand, crumpled receipt in the other, & a bag of wet shopping on the seat next to me, what else could I do?