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Here Is An Unfenced Existance

The Poetic Impulse Is Distinct From Ideas About Things Or Feelings About Things, Though It May Use These. It's More Like A Desire To Separate A Piece Of One's Experience & Set It Up On Its Own, An Isolated Object Never To Trouble You Again, At Least Not For A Bit. In The Absence Of This Impulse Nothing Stirs.

To Write You Must Be Warm, Fed, Loved And Sober.

Get Stewed:books Are A Load Of Crap.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.