If There's One Thing I

The Novel Is Always Pop Art, And The Novel Is Always Dying. That's The Only Way It Stays Alive. It Does Really Die. I've Been Thinking About That A Lot.

Jane Austen Is At The End Of The Line That Begins With Samuel Richardson, Which Takes Wonder And Magic Out Of The Novel, Treats Not The Past But The Present.

Kafka Is Still Unrecognized. He Thought He Was A Comic Writer.

I Long For The Raised Voice, The Howl Of Rage Or Love.

Anybody In The Next Centuries Wanting To Know What It Was Like To Be A Poet In The Middle Of The 20th Century Should Read Kaddish.