My Hole Is Warm And Full Of

I Remember That I'm Invisible And Walk Softly So As Not Awake The Sleeping Ones. Sometimes It Is Best Not To Awaken Them; There Are Few Things In The World As Dangerous As Sleepwalkers.

The Blues Is An Impulse To Keep The Painful Details And Episodes Of A Brutal Experience Alive In One's Aching Consciousness, To Finger Its Jagged Grain, And To Transcend It, Not By The Consolation Of Philosophy But By Squeezing From It A Near-tragic, Near-comic Lyricism. As A Form, The Blues Is An Autobiographical Chronicle Of Personal Catastrophe Expressed Lyrically.

Some People Are Your Relatives But Others Are Your Ancestors, And You Choose The Ones You Want To Have As Ancestors. You Create Yourself Out Of Those Values.

God Is Love, I Said, But Art's The Possibility Of Forms, And Shadows Are The Source Of Identity.

My Hole Is Warm And Full Of Light.