It Was Easier Than Explaining Dimaggio's Use

To Get The Stuff Out Of You, Especially If What You're Dealing With Is Yourself, Requires You To Open Up And Touch Tender Spots. You Have To Be Anesthetized A Little Bit.

In The Clearing Stands The Boxer, And A Fighter By His Trade. And He Carries A Reminder Of Every Glove That Laid Him Down... Or Cut Him Till He Cried Out In His Anger And His Shame "i Am Leaving! I Am Leaving" But The Fighter Still Remains.

Nor Is It Strange That After Changes Upon Changes, We Are More Or Less The Same

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

I Like Working With Sound; Sound And Rhythm. I Like The Abstract More Than "what Does That Mean?" Nobody Ever Says To You, "why Did You Use A Harmonium?" Or "what Is That Ringing Sound That Occurs Here?" The Questions Are Always "what Does That Song Mean?" Or "what Were You Trying To Say Here?"