Sometimes A Thing That's Hard Is Hard

I Long For The Days Of Disorder. I Want Them Back, The Days When I Was Alive On The Earth, Rippling In The Quick Of My Skin, Heedless And Real. I Was Dumb-muscled And Angry And Real. This Is What I Long For, The Breach Of Peace, The Days Of Disarray When I Walked Real Streets And Did Things Slap-bang And Felt Angry And Ready All The Time, A Danger To Others And A Distant Mystery To Myself.

Writers In Repressive Societies Are Considered Dangerous. That's Why So Many Of Them Are In Jail.

The Genius Of Rock Music Is That It Matched The Cultural Hysteria Around It.

There's A Moral Force In A Sentence When It Comes Out Right. It Speaks The Writer's Will To Live.

There Is No Lie In War Or Preparation Of War That Can't Be Defended.