A Book Begins As A Private Excitement

Every Major Work Of Art Is A Transgression, But The Artist Is Not Necessarily, By Nature, A Transgressor.

I Am Telling You What I Know—words Have Music And If You Are A Musician You Will Write To Hear Them.

Because Like All Whores You Value Propriety. You Are Creature Of Capitalism, The Ethics Of Which Are So Totally Corrupt And Hypocritical That Your Beauty Is No More Than The Beauty Of Gold, Which Is To Say False And Cold And Useless.

We Are All Good Friends. Friendship Is What Endures. Shared Ideals, Respect For The Whole Character Of A Human Being.

Time Seems To Me A Drift, A Shifting Of Sand. And My Mind Is Shifting With It. I Am Wearing Away.