See The Moon? It Hates Us.

I Keep Wondering If, Say, There Is Intelligent Life On Other Planets, The Scientists Argue That Something Like Two Percent Of The Other Planets Have The Conditions, The Physical Conditions, To Support Life In The Way It Happened Here, Did Christ Visit Each And Every Planet, Go Through The Same Routine, The Agony In The Garden, The Crucifixion, And So On.

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.

The Not-knowing Is Crucial To Art, Is What Permits Art To Be Made. Without The Scanning Process Engendered By Not-knowing, Without The Possibility Of Having The Mind Move In Unanticipated Directions, There Would Be No Invention.

And I Sat There Getting Drunker And Drunker And More In Love And More In Love.

I Think Writers Like Old Cities And Are Made Very Nervous By New Cities.