Verbs. All Of Them Tiring.

Verbs. All Of Them Tiring.

All I Can Say Is That We Are Mistaken To Gouge Such A Deep Rift In History That The Things Old Men And Old Women Know Have Become So Useless As To Be Not Worth Passing On To Grandchildren.

Our Worst Pain Is Confined Within Our Own Skin.

The Past Is A Stronger Influence In The South. But I Think Everywhere You Have This Sense That The World Changes Faster Than You Can Accommodate Yourself To. Looking Back And Seeing How You Got Where You Are Is A Useful Way To Combat Disorientation.

But I Believe The Words Entered Me And Changed Me And Still Work In Me. The Words Eat Me And Sustain Me. And When I'm Dead And In A Box In The Dark Dark Ground, And All My Various Souls Have Died And I Am Nothing But Insensible Bones, Something In The Marrow Will Still Feel Yearning, Desire Persisting Beyond Flesh.