Write About What You're Afraid Of.

Self-criticism Sessions Were Held, But These Produced More Criticism Than Could Usefully Be Absorbed Or Accomodated.

Best Not To Anticipate Too Much ... It Jiggles The Possibilities.

What An Artist Does, Is Fail. Any Reading Of The Literature, (i Mean The Literature Of Artistic Creation), However Summary, Will Persuade You Instantly That The Paradigmatic Artistic Experience Is That Of Failure. The Actualization Fails To Meet, Equal, The Intuition. There Is Something "out There" Which Cannot Be Brought "here". This Is Standard. I Don't Mean Bad Artists, I Mean Good Artists. There Is No Such Thing As A "successful Artist" (except, Of Course, In Worldly Terms).

I Am Never Needlessly Obscure - I Am Needfully Obscure, When I Am Obscure.

The Aim Of Literature ... Is The Creation Of A Strange Object Covered With Fur Which Breaks Your Heart.