All Memory Can Do Is Scream For

Murder Is A Dream Because Lack Is The Center Of Both.

Literature Is That Which Denounces And Slashes Apart The Repressing Machine At The Level Of The Signified.

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

Well, I Think Writing Is Basically About Time And Rhythm. Like With Jazz. You Have Your Basic Melody And Then You Just Riff Off Of It. And The Riffs Are About Timing.

First Of All, Writing At Best - Certainly Fiction Writing - More And More I Think Is Magic.