Whenever Citizens Are Seen Routinely

I Have Committed Many Sins In My Life. This Precise Sin-the Sin Against Poets-is Without Absolution.

We Are All Good Friends. Friendship Is What Endures. Shared Ideals, Respect For The Whole Character Of A Human Being.

A Writer Of Books Has To Admit That Film Is The Enemy, And That In My Case I Have Been Sleeping With The Enemy.

There Are Moments When I Cannot Bear This Unremitting Consciousness. It Knows Only Itself. Awake, I Am In A Continuum With My Dreams. I Feel My Typewriters, My Table, My Chair To Have That Assurance Of A Solid World, Where Things Take Up Space, Where Is Not The Endless Emptiness Of Insubstantial Thought That Leads To Nowhere But Itself. My Memories Pale As I Prevail Upon Them Again And Again. They Become More And More Ghostly. I Fear Nothing So Much As Losing Them Altogether And Having Only My Blank Endless Mind To Live In.

Images Break With A Small Ping, Their Destruction Is As Wonderful As Their Being, They Are Essentially Instruments Of Torture Exploding Through The Individual's Calloused Capacity To Feel Undifferentiated Emotions Full Of Longing And Dissatisfaction And Monumentality.