When I Began To Be Published, People

Life Pulls Softly Inside Your Bindings. The Pod Glows - Dear Stench.

When They Made Love Geryon Liked To Touch In Slow Succession Each Of The Bones Of Herakles' Back As It Arched Away From Him Into Who Knows What Dark Dream Of Its Own, Running Both Hands All The Way Down From The Base Of The Neck To The End Of The Spine Which He Can Cause To Shiver Like A Root In The Rain.

Maybe I Could Have Been Good As A Drawer If I Had Done It As Much As I Did Writing, But It's More Scary To Draw. It's More Revealing. You Can't Disguise Yourself In Drawing.

That Night We Made Love "the Real Way" Which We Had Not Yet Attempted Although Married Six Months. Big Mystery. No One Knew Where To Put Their Leg And To This Day I'm Not Sure We Got It Right. He Seemed Happy. You're Like Venice He Said Beautifully. Early Next Day I Wrote A Short Talk ("on Defloration") Which He Stole And Had Published In A Small Quarterly Magazine. Overall This Was A Characteristic Interaction Between Us. Or Should I Say Ideal. Neither Of Us Had Ever Seen Venice.

All Myth Is An Enriched Pattern, A Two-faced Proposition, Allowing Its Operator To Say One Thing And Mean Another, To Lead A Double Life.