It's Only ... When We're Stripped Of

Power Is All. Another Falsification; I Do Not Tell How I Gain Or Maintain It. I Only Record The Ginger Stroll Through The Vaguely Fetid Garden Of Its Rewards.

The Poems ... Are Moments When I Had The Intensity To See, And The Energy To Build, Some Careful Analog That Completed The Seeing. ... All I Have Been Left Is The Exhausting Habit Of Trying To Tack Up The Slack In My Life With Words.

I Was A Kid Who Liked Art And Theater And Dance And Music, But If You Lived In Harlem, High Culture Was Somewhere Else, And It Wasn't Black.

Actions Are Interesting To Watch. I Learn About The Actors. Their Movements Are Emblems Of The Tensions In This Internal Landscape, Which Their Actions Resolve. About-to-act Is An Interesting State To Experience, Because I Am Conscious Of Just Those Tensions. Acting Itself Feels Fairly Dull; It Not Only Resolves, It Obliterates Those Tensions From My Consciousness. Acting Is Only Interesting As It Leads To New Tensions That, Irrelevantly, Cause Me To Act Again.

Clouds Out Of Control Decoct Anticipation. What Use Can Any Of Us Have For Two Moons? The Miracle Of Order Has Run Out And I Am Left In An Unmiraculous City Where Anything May Happen.