Humbly To Ask A Favour

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Yesterday Is Not A Milestone That Has Been Passed, But A Daystone On The Beaten Track Of The Years, And Irremediably Part Of Us, Within Us, Heavy And Dangerous. We Are Not Merely More Weary Because Of Yesterday, We Are Other, No Longer What We Were Before The Calamity Of Yesterday.

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

Pozzo: I Am Blind. (silence.) Estragon: Perhaps He Can See Into The Future.