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When I Was In College, I Had A Jazz Radio Show. I Called It 'excursion On A Wobbly Rail,' After A Cecil Taylor Song. I Used To Run Around The Village Following Ornette Coleman Wherever He Played.

Sometimes, You've Got To Be In A Place. You're Just Another Guy. You Can Just Blend In. I Live Out In The Wilds Of Nowhere, Out In Jersey. Even There, There's Sometimes Problems. College Students Like Journey Out There And Show Up At 11 O'clock At Night, On My Porch, Looking Into The Door Not Saying Anything. My Wife And I Are Sitting There; It's Really Creepy.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

I Wish I Had A Talking Book That Told Me How To Act And Look, A Talking Book That Contained Keys To Past And Present Memories