Well, While I'm Here I'll Do The

Mind Is Shapely, Art Is Shapely.

Now I Have Enough Money To Travel Wherever I Want, But I Haven't Got The Health.

To Gain Your Own Voice You Have To Forget About Having It Heard.

What Peaches And What Penumbras! Whole Families Shopping At Night! Aisles Full Of Husbands! Wives In The Avocados, Babies In The Tomatoes!--and You, Garcia Lorca, What Were You Doing Down By The Watermelons?

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.