I Am Not Alone In Bearing Grudges

I Am Not Alone In Bearing Grudges Against Reviewers Who Have Doomed A Book's Chances Because They've Missed The Point, The Tone, Everything.

Clouds Are Poems, And The Most Moving Poems Linger On The Blackboard So Long, Written In Cursive So Lovely, They Also Exist Inside Our Fingertips. We Never Really Erase Them At The End Of The Lesson.

Whatever One Intends, The Work Takes On A Life Of Its Own.

It's Not About Having Things Figured Out, Or About Communicating With Other People, Trying To Make Them Understand What You Understand. It's About A Chicken Dinner At A Drive-in. A Soft Pillow. Things That Don't Need Explaining.

I Could Name A Few Songs And Say Exactly What Summer They Came Out And What Boy I Thought I Was In Love With When I Was Fourteen Years Old, But I Think That Music Used To Be Really More A Part Of The Culture When People Went Out Dancing In A Different Way Than They Do Now.