After Something Crystallizes, I Can Write Ferociously

As My Friend George Oppen Once Said To Me About Getting Old: What A Strange Thing To Happen To A Little Boy.

But Even The Facts Do Not Always Tell The Truth

We Have Missed Him In The Sunshine, In The Storm, In The Twilight, Ever Since.

The Things We Remember Are Often Things That Have Great Emotional Importance, And So They Have A Lasting Effect.

He No Longer Wished To Be Dead. At The Same Time, It Cannot Be Said That He Was Glad To Be Alive. But At Least He Did Not Resent It. He Was Alive, And The Stubbornness Of This Fact Had Little By Little Begun To Fascinate Him - As If He Had Managed To Outlive Himself, As If He Were Somehow Living A Posthumous Life.