I Will Go To The Garden. I

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

Locale Is Both A Geographic Term And The Inner Sense Of Being.

Form Is Never More Than An Extension Of Content.

I Heard Words And Words Full Of Holes Aching.

Suddenly The Whole Imagination Of Writing And Editorial And Newspaper And All These Presumptions About Who Am I Reading This, And Who Else Other People May Be, And All That, It's So Grimly Brutal!