The Past Was So Past

I'm Not The Guy To Ask About The Most Up To Date Stuff.

It's Also True, However, That Having Conquered The Regional Writer Ghetto, I Am Now Intent On Conquering The Nationalist Writer Ghetto And Moving Out Into The World More.

Have I Mentioned That I Expect Death Around Every Turn, That Every Blue Sky Has A Safe Sailing Out Of It, That Every Bus Runs Me Over, That Every Low, Mean Syllable Uttered In My Direction Seems To Intimate The Violence Of Murder, That Every Family Seems Like An Opportunity For Ruin And Every Marriage A Ceremony Into Which Calamity Will Fall And Hearts Will Be Broken And Lives Destroyed And People Branded By The Mortifications Of Love?

There’s Something Really Rich And Powerful In Not Talking About What You Need To Talk About Sometimes.

Maybe When I'm Sixty-five I'll Talk About My Literary Life.