I Am Such A Good

No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

All This Business Of A Labour To Accomplish, Before I Can End, Of Words To Say, A Truth To Recover, In Order To Say It, Before I Can End, Of An Imposed Task, Once Known, Long Neglected, Finally Forgotten, To Perform, Before I Can Be Done With Speaking, Done With Listening, I Invented It All, In The Hope It Would Console Me, Help Me To Go On, Allow Me To Think Of Myself As Somewhere On A Road, Moving, Between A Beginning And An End, Gaining Ground, Losing Ground, Getting Lost, But Somehow In The Long Run Making Headway.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.

I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.