I'm Woefully One-track-minded.

I'm Woefully One-track-minded.

In All Fields Of Creativity You See The Result Of Work That Has Become Habit. Where The Creative Impulse Has Become Flaccid Or Has Died Out Altogether, And Yet Because It Is Our Work And Our Life We Continue To Do It.

I Spend Many Months In Apparently Listless Rumination Out Of Which I Hope Something Will Emerge.

For About A Year, I Just Didn't Know What To Do. I Did Laboring Jobs, Working In The Docks, Construction Sites.

I Was A Savage For So Many Years Of My Life. There Was Some Seed Of Determination In Me That I Was Not Conscious Of. I Was Mostly Consciously Getting Into Trouble And Drunk.