When Somebody Asks Me What I Do,

I Have, I Admit, A Low Tolerance For Detached Chronicling And Cool Analysis.

I Long For The Raised Voice, The Howl Of Rage Or Love.

Anybody In The Next Centuries Wanting To Know What It Was Like To Be A Poet In The Middle Of The 20th Century Should Read Kaddish.

The Reason Saul Bellow Doesn't Talk To Me Anymore Is Because He Knows His New Novels Are Not Worth Reading.

The Novel Is Always Pop Art, And The Novel Is Always Dying. That's The Only Way It Stays Alive. It Does Really Die. I've Been Thinking About That A Lot.