He Came After Homer And

When I Desire You A Part Of Me Is Gone.

We're Talking About The Struggle To Drag A Thought Over From The Mush Of The Unconscious Into Some Kind Of Grammar, Syntax, Human Sense; Every Attempt Means Starting Over With Language. Starting Over With Accuracy.

I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person, So I Don't Gravitate To Groups Or Traditions, Which Is Probably Just Pretentious Of Me.

Reality Is A Sound, You Have To Tune In To It Not Just Keep Yelling.

It Is Easier To Tell A Story Of How People Wound One Another Than Of What Binds Them Together.