Love Is A Good Place To Situate

I Was More Worn Out With The "odyssey" Than It Was With The "iliad." I Mean, Just Comparing Those Two - You Can See How It's Changing, How The Language Of The "iliad" Is Somehow Monstrously New - And That Language Of The "odyssey" Is More Comfortable, Even For Us.

A Page With A Poem On It Is Less Attractive Than A Page With A Poem On It And Some Tea Stains.

If Your Way Of Life Is Writing, Then Everything That Happens Becomes A Sentence.

That Night We Made Love "the Real Way" Which We Had Not Yet Attempted Although Married Six Months. Big Mystery. No One Knew Where To Put Their Leg And To This Day I'm Not Sure We Got It Right. He Seemed Happy. You're Like Venice He Said Beautifully. Early Next Day I Wrote A Short Talk ("on Defloration") Which He Stole And Had Published In A Small Quarterly Magazine. Overall This Was A Characteristic Interaction Between Us. Or Should I Say Ideal. Neither Of Us Had Ever Seen Venice.

I've Come To Understand That The Best One Can Hope For As A Human Is To Have A Relationship With That Emptiness Where God Would Be If God Were Available, But God Isn't.