"It is a matter of defining love
so that time itself takes cognizance

and sings through my weariness and loss
How can you grieve? She is somewhere"
--Robert Kelly in Under Words

None of this would've happened except for my mediumistic fondness for self-surrender. It even disfigures much of my art--when i come to a hairpin turn in the course, there's often nobody driving. Deep down, i still regard Sanity as a shameful expedient; without distinguishing between etiquette & reason. If my social context were less frustratingly arbitrary, & my efforts bore fruit proportional to the energy i put into them, then i would not turn from this daylight world with the repugnance of a vampire. Surely love is more about reciprocity than it is about sleepwalking. Possessed & Possessing (sigh): when the ego has failed to demarcate its proper boundaries. They are not limned in any light, but pain's. So this is not a divagation after all.... A circle. (1987)

It's only the ones who dare to live the future now, who make the future. The rest it just happens to.

Culture as war feeds my sense of self importance. Culture as therapy feeds my despair of the world. No: culture as culture, war as war, therapy as therapy, love as love.

"Frail waifs of mist beset us." --Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend (1922)

'...surely it is the function of the same person both to solve and to invent ambiguities. Moreover, as Plato said, when an oracle was given that they should double the size of the altar at Delos (a task requiring the highest skill in geometry), it was not this that the god was enjoining, but he was urging the Greeks to study geometry.' --Plutarch, Moralia V. ("The E at Delphi), tr Babbitt 1936