In The General Sense, There's A Journey

I Think It Was W.h. Auden Who Said He Was Lucky That His First Favorite Poet Was Thomas Hardy, Who Was A Good But Not A Great Poet, Because If You Are Exposed To The Greats Too Soon It Can Just Squash You As A Writer.

At Princeton I Wrote My Junior Paper On Virginia Woolf, And For My Senior Thesis I Wrote On Samuel Beckett. I Wrote Some About "between The Acts" And "mrs. Dalloway'' But Mostly About "to The Lighthouse." With Beckett I Focused, Perversely, On His Novels, "molloy," "malone Dies," And "the Unnamable." That's When I Decided I Should Never Write Again.

You're Kinda Striding The Line Of What's Yours And Theirs. What's Yours, What's Mine, What's Ours As Creators Of It And What's Yours As Owners.

I Would Say Recently I've Gotten Back To Perusing [samuel] Beckett's Novels. Listening To The Way Donald Trump Speaks Without Saying Anything Has Made Me Think About Language.

I Don't Want To Know What Happens In Any Movie That I Go To See.