After A Certain Number Of Years, Our

Is There A Word More Passionate Than Passion? Obsession, Total Immersion, The Feeling That Everything Else Doesn't Matter.

I Measure My Life In Sentences Pressed Out, Line By Line, Like The Lustrous Ooze On The Underside Of The Snail, The Snail's Secret Open Seam, Its Wound, Leaking Attar.

I Think About Fanaticism - Oblivion Awaits, Especially For Minor Writers, So You Have To Be A Fanatic; You Have To Be A Crank To Keep Going, But On The Other Hand, What Else Would You Do With The Rest Of Your Life? You Gotta Do Something.

We Were Born To Die; We Were Born To Endure, On The Way To Death, Sorrow-sorrow In Manifold Shapes.

I Can't Claim To Be Disenchanted "with The Current State Of Fiction" Because I Read So Little Of It. My Reading Is Mostly Drawn To History.