Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow,

Projecting Yourself Until Everything Is Talking About You Is, Of Course, A Self-flattering Form Of Self-pity

What I Was Interested In Is The Lens Organizing My Sovereign Space. I Avoid The Term Outsider And Also Exile For The Same Reason. Outsider Implies A Kind Of Nobility.

Writing Is A Mode Of Agency In The World That Is Different From Mere Employment. There Has To Be Some Sort Of Ethical Or Moral Drive, Even If You Are Unaware Of It.

I Like To Blow Up This Notion That All We Have To Do As Writers And Artists Is Represent Reality, Which Is Presumably Solid And Self-evident, With No Negotiation Of The Gap Between Myself And The World, Between This Body And This Space, Which Needs Narration To Close It.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?