We Make A Mistake To Condescend To

I've Known Several Cases Of Writers Who Decide To Write About Something And They Research The Hell Out Of It And When They're Ready To Write, They Can't Move Because They Are So Burdened. I Start Writing. Whatever I Need Somehow Comes To Hand.

You Can't Remember Sex. You Can Remember The Fact Of It, And Recall The Setting, And Even The Details, But The Sex Of The Sex Cannot Be Remembered, The Substantive Truth Of It, It Is By Nature Self-erasing, You Can Remember Its Anatomy And Be Left With A Judgment As To The Degree Of Your Liking Of It, But Whatever It Is As A Splurge Of Being, As A Loss, As A Charge Of The Conviction Of Love Stopping Your Heart Like Your Execution, There Is No Memory Of It In The Brain, Only The Deduction That It Happened And That Time Passed, Leaving You With A Silhouette That You Want To Fill In Again.

I Am Led To The Proposition That There Is No Fiction Or Nonfiction As We Commonly Understand The Distinction: There Is Only Narrative.

I Knew He Was Unreliable, But He Was Fun To Be With. He Was A Child’s Ideal Companion, Full Of Surprises And Happy Animal Energy. He Enjoyed Food And Drink. He Liked To Try New Things. He Brought Home Coconuts, Papayas, Mangoes, And Urged Them On Our Reluctant Conservative Selves. On Sundays He Liked To Discover New Places, Take Us On Endless Bus Or Trolley Rides To Some New Park Or Beach He Knew About. He Always Counseled Daring, In Whatever Situation, The Courage To Test The Unknown, An Instruction That Was Thematically In Opposition To My Mother’s.

Banks And Churches And Courtrooms All Depend On The Appurtenances Of Theatre. On Illusion. Banks, The Illusion Of Stability And Honourable Dealings To The Rot And Corruption Of Capitalist Exploitation. Churches The Illusion Of Sacred Sanctuary Of Purposes Of Pacifying Social Discontent. Courtrooms Of Course Designed To Promote The Illusion Of Solemn Justice. If There Was True Justice Why Would Such Trappings Be Necessary? Wouldn't A Table And Chairs And An Ordinary Room Serve Just As Well?