Fantasy Is Literature For Teenagers.

The Prose Poem Walk The Red Road Is Great Stuff And Deserves To Be Read Aloud. It Compares Quite Favorably To The Walls Of Emerald By Li Chiang Yen, A Chinese Poet Of The Late Tang Period.

The Fatal Error Of Much Science Fiction Has Been To Subscribe To An Optimism Based On The Idea That Revolution, Or A New Gimmick, Or A Bunch Of Strong Men, Or An Invasion Of Aliens, Or The Conquest Of Other Planets, Or The Annihilation Of Half The World--in Short, Pretty Nearly Anything But The Facing Up To The Integral And Irredeemable Nature Of Mankind--can Bring About Utopian Situations. It Is The Old Error Of The Externalization Of Evil.

It Is Comparatively Easy To Become A Writer; Staying A Writer, Resisting Formulaic Work, Generating Ones Own Creativity - Thats A Much Tougher Matter.

That's The Artist's Role - To Strike Out Always For Something New, To Break Away, To Defy, To... Grapple With The Unfamiliar.

When Childhood Dies, Its Corpses Are Called Adults.