#1, July 2005 |
July 3, 2005. Lac Ouaureau, early
morning...
The question before you in this time is—
You can’t say it about growing old and dying
because you don’t know what you are talking about
until after you have done it but then you are already done.
Yet, silently, my art reflects the image. Noon
Goddam this constant urging and driving for life climaxed
in this thing in my pants.
Night
Richard Strauss’ Death and Transfiguration…
Do not deny the belief of another, no matter how far (or shallow or
bombastic or false) it may be from your own.
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