There Are Years From My Childhood That

What I Am Trying To Do Is Bring People Into Grief In Relation To The Society We Have.

People Tend To Take Stories Literally These Days.

In The Sibling Society, Both The Adult And The Elder Get Lost, And No One Knows Where They Are.

When Anyone Seriously Pursues An Art - Painting, Poetry, Sculpture, Composing - Over Twenty Or Thirty Years, The Sustained Discipline Carries The Artist Down To The Countryside Of Grief, And That Descent, Resisted So Long Proves Invigorating. . . . As I've Gotten Older, I Find I Am Able To Be Nourished More By Sorrow And To Distinguish It From Depression.

By The Time A Man Is 35 He Knows That The Images Of The Right Man, The Tough Man, The True Man Which He Received In High School Do Not Work In Life.