It Takes A Long Time For Words

Once More I Realize That Solitude Is My Element, And The Reason Is That Extreme Awareness Of Other People (all Naturally Solitary People Must Feel This) Precludes Awareness Of One's Self, So After A While The Self No Longer Knows That It Exists.

It Is Good For A Professional To Be Reminded That His Professionalism Is Only A Husk, That The Real Person Must Remain An Amateur, A Lover Of The Work.

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.

Instant Intimacy Was Too Often Followed By Disillusion.

Fire Is A Good Companion For The Mind.