The Heavy Odds Against Finding The Desired...

I Was Always Trying To Take Art Photographs, But The Most Interesting Pictures Were The Snapshots. The Artsy Pictures Were Boring, Always.

The Heavy Odds Against Finding The Desired... Work Of Art In The Mess And Flux Of Life, As Opposed To The Serene Orderliness Of Imagined Reality, Give A Special Tense Dazzle And An Atmosphere Of Tour De Force To Any Photographs That Succeed In The Search.

[y]ou Never Come Right Out And Admit You Have Stretched The Rules For Your Own Benefit. You Do It And Shut Up About It, And Hope You Don't Get Caught, Because If You Are Caught No One Or No One Who Has Any Sense Will Come Forward And Say He Has Done The Same Thing Himself.

All Analyses End Badly. Each 'termination' Leaves The Participants With The Taste Of Ashes In Their Mouths; Each Is Absurd; Each Is A Small, Pointless Death. Psychoanalysis Cannot Tolerate Happy Endings; It Casts Them Off The Way The Body's Immunological System Casts Off Transplanted Organs.

Writing Cannot Be Done In A State Of Desirelessness.