What Age Is A Black

When I Write Lyrics, I Really Do Go Into An Automatic Folk Appropriation Mode... I See The Vernacular Register Of 20th Century Song As Being A Bunch Of Forms To Adapt And Reconfigure.

How Often Had That Hydrant Even Been Opened? Did You Jet Water Through A Car Window, What, Twice At Best? Summer Burned Just A Few Afternoons Long, In The End. As For Flying, Dose Never Even Glanced At The Sky. Flying Was A Summer Within A Summer, A Whim. So Why Think Of It At All?

What I'm Constantly Striving For In My Prose Is Clarity. So That, Ideally, The Writing Will Become So Transparent That The Reader Will Forget That The Medium Of Communication Is Language.

I Suppose In A Way Most Of My Characters Are Non-consumers, Not Terribly Interested In All The Little Baubles And Artifacts Of Contemporary Life.

My Heart, To Put It More Simply, Got Nostalgic For The Present. Always A Bad Sign.