I Have Only A Bare Working Knowledge

The World Is Full Of Abandoned Meanings. In The Commonplace I Find Unexpected Themes And Intensities.

I Like The Construction Of Sentences And The Juxtaposition Of Words-not Just How They Sound Or What They Mean, But Even What They Look Like.

In The American Soul There Is A Lonely Individual Standing In A Vast Landscape.

I Think There Is A Sense Of Last Things In My Work That Probably Comes From A Catholic Childhood.

People Stress The Violence. That's The Smallest Part Of It. Football Is Brutal Only From A Distance. In The Middle Of It There's A Calm, A Tranquility. The Players Accept Pain. There's A Sense Of Order Even At The End Of A Running Play With Bodies Strewn Everywhere. When The Systems Interlock, There's A Satisfaction To The Game That Can't Be Duplicated. There's A Harmony.