You Live Your Life As

No One Masters The Heart.

I Alwaysthought Of Myself As A Competent, Minor Poet. I Know Who I'm Up Against.

And What Can I Tell You, My Brother, My Killer, What Can I Possibly Say? I Guess That I Miss You, I Guess I Forgive You, I'm Glad You Stood In My Way

I Don't Think You Can Write Novels On The Road. You Need A Certain Stability.

You Should Go From Place To Place Recovering The Poems That Have Been Written For You To Which You Can Affix Your Signature. Don't Discuss These Matters With Anyone. Retrieve. Retrieve. When The Basket Is Full Someone Will Appear To Whom You Can Present It.