It Is Distraction, Not Meditation, That Becomes

I Don't Want To Die Leaving The World As It Is Right Now.

It's Hard For Me To Talk About The Terrible Things That Have Happened In My Lifetime Because They Didn't Need To Be.

And When Is There Time To Remember, To Sift, To Weigh, To Estimate, To Total?

Women Have The Right To Say: This Is Surface, This Falsifies Reality, This Degrades.

The Habits Of A Lifetime When Everything Else Had To Come Before Writing Are Not Easily Broken, Even When Circumstances Now Often Make It Possible For Writing To Be First; Habits Of Years - Responses To Others, Distractibility, Responsibility For Daily Matters - Stay With You, Mark You, Become You. The Cost Of Discontinuity (that Pattern Still Imposed On Women) Is Such A Weight Of Things Unsaid, An Accumulation Of Material So Great, That Everything Starts Up Something Else In Me; What Should Take Weeks Take Me Sometimes Months To Write; What Should Take Months, Takes Years.