Before, I Wandered As A Diversion. Now

Ooooh," Kate Groans, Kate Herself Now. "i'm So Afraid." "i Know." "what Am I Going To Do?" "you Mean Right Now?" "yes." "we'll Go To My Car. Then We'll Drive Down To The French Market And Get Some Coffee. Then We'll Go Home." "is Everything Going To Be All Right?" "yes." "tell Me. Say It." "everything Is Going To Be All Right.

Nobody But A Southerner Knows The Wrenching Rinsing Sadness Of The Cities Of The North.

I Couldn't Stand It. I Still Can't Stand It. I Can't Stand The Way Things Are. I Cannot Tolerate This Age.

The Conviction: I Will Not Tolerate This Age. The Freedom: The Freedom To Act On My Conviction. And I Will Act. No One Else Has Both The Conviction And The Freedom. Many Agree With Me, Have The Conviction, But Will Not Act. Some Act, Assassinate, Bomb, Burn, Etc., But They Are The Crazies. Crazy Acts By Crazy People. But What If One, Sober, Reasonable, And Honorable Man Should Act, And Act With Perfect Sobriety, Reason, And Honor? Then You Have The Beginning Of A New Age. We Shall Start A New Order Of Things.

What Needs To Be Discharged Is The Intolerable Tenderness Of The Past, The Past Gone And Grieved Over And Never Made Sense Of. Music Ransoms Us From The Past, Declares An Amnesty, Brackets And Sets Aside The Old Puzzles. Sing A New Song. Start A New Life, Get A Girl, Look Into Her Shadowy Eyes, Smile.