There Is No Gap Between Art And

Gotta Kick At The Darkness Til It Bleeds Daylight.

I Remember When The Idea Of Living To Be 40 Seemed Absurd.

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

The Second Half Of The '60s Really Was A Kind Of Learning Period, In Terms Of Writing, For Me.

Abu Ghraib, As Bad As It Was, Can't Be Compared To What Saddam Was Doing To People.