But Life Is Long. And It Is

It Is As If My Life Were Magically Run By Two Electric Currents: Joyous Positive And Despairing Negative--which Ever Is Running At The Moment Dominates My Life, Floods It.

Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie And Cry After It

My Wanting To Write Books Annihilates The Original Root Impulse That Would Have Me Bravely And Blunderingly Working On Them.

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

The Trouble Was, I Had Been Inadequate All Along, I Simply Hadn't Thought About It.