Politics Is About Ethics And

I Like To Blow Up This Notion That All We Have To Do As Writers And Artists Is Represent Reality, Which Is Presumably Solid And Self-evident, With No Negotiation Of The Gap Between Myself And The World, Between This Body And This Space, Which Needs Narration To Close It.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?

I Loved You Because There Was No Other Place For Me To Go. We Were Married Because We Did Not Know What Else To Do With Each Other. You Never Knew Me, Nothing About Me, What Died Inside Me, What Lived Invisibly.

No Reader Owes Me Anything - I Am Owed Nothing For My Noble Efforts, Because My Writing Was Always Unconditional, Always Coming Out Of Inner Necessity.

I Never Thought Of Myself As An Outsider. Because Outside Of What? You Would Have To Give Advantage To This Space Where You're Not, To Think Of It As Sovereign Because You're Not There. I Was Always In The Center Of Where I Needed To Be.