I Thought I Would Lose,

The Music Of The Stones Pounds The Air Like The Amplified Pulse Of My Erection.

The Historian Will Tell You What Happened. The Novelist Will Tell You What It Felt Like.

And So The Ordinary Unendurable Torments We All Experienced Were Indeed Exceptional In The Way They Were Absorbed In Each Heart.

The Theory Of The Teacher With All These Immigrant Kids Was That If You Spoke English Loudly Enough They Would Eventually Understand.

Planning To Write Is Not Writing. Outlining, Researching, Talking To People About What You're Doing, None Of That Is Writing. Writing Is Writing.