To A Suicide: You Just Poisoned The

Stutters And Snorts Are Meaningful But Not Usually Referential.

Totem Poles And Wooden Masks No Longer Suggest Tribal Villages But Fashionable Drawing Rooms In New York And Paris.

A Sense Of Absurdity Interferes With My Efforts To Appear Venerable.

The Ninety Percent Of Human Experience That Does Not Fit Into Established Narrative Patterns Falls Into Oblivion.

Thought Maps Existence; Fantasy Colors It.