How To Live Had Started

Few Of Us Can Easily Surrender Our Belief That Society Must Somehow Make Sense. The Thought That The State Has Lost Its Mind And Is Punishing So Many Innocent People Is Intolerable. And So The Evidence Has To Be Internally Denied.

The Word "now" Is Like A Bomb Through The Window, And It Ticks.

I Am A Good Woman. I Know It.

Memory Inevitably Romanticizes, Pressing Reality To Recede Like Pain.

The Best Of Our Theater Is Standing On Tiptoe, Striving To See Over The Shoulders Of Father And Mother. The Worst Is Exploiting And Wallowing In The Self-pity Of Adolescence And Obsessive Keyhole Sexuality. The Way Out, As The Poet Says, Is Always Through.