Reality Is A Sound, You Have To

I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person, So I Don't Gravitate To Groups Or Traditions, Which Is Probably Just Pretentious Of Me.

Those Nights Lying Alone Are Not Discontinuous With This Cold Hectic Dawn. It Is Who I Am.

There Is Something About The Way That Greek Poets, Say Aeschylus, Use Metaphor That Really Attracts Me. I Don't Think I Can Imitate It, But There's A Density To It That I Think I'm Always Trying To Push Towards In English.

Novels Institutionalize The Ruse Of Eros. It Becomes A Narrative Texture Of Sustained Incongruence, Emotional And Cognitive. It Permits The Reader To Stand In Triangular Relation To The Characters In The Story And Reach Into The Text After The Objects Of Their Desire, Sharing Their Longing But Also Detached From It, Seeing Their View Of Reality But Also Its Mistakenness. It Is Almost Like Being In Love.

Then A Miracle Occurred In The Form Of A Plate Of Sandwiches. Geryon Took Three And Buried His Mouth In A Delicious Block Of White Bread Filled With Tomatoes And Butter And Salt. He Thought About How Delicious It Was, How He Liked Slippery Foods, How Slipperiness Can Be Of Different Kinds. I Am A Philosopher Of Sandwiches, He Decided. Things Good On The Inside.