Pain Is The World. I Don't Have

I Understand That Postmodern Literature Probably Means People Like Delillo, The Fiction Collective, But I Don't Get It That Those Writers Are Really Influenced By Postmodern Theorists.

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

We Come Crawling Through These Cracks, Orphans, Lobotomies; If You Ask Me What I Want, I'll Tell You. I Want Everything. Whole Rotten World Come Down And Break. Let Me Spread My Legs.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.

On The Surface We All Act Like We All Love Each Other And We're Free And Easy, And Actually We're Far More Moralistic Than Any Other Society I've Ever Lived In.