At A Certain Age It

Be Grateful, Be Grateful, Be Grateful.

I Avoid Talking About The Way I Work. But In Avoiding It I Seem Only To Have Encouraged People To Focus Their Fantasies About Me In An Ever More Fantastical Way On The Details That Are Not At All At The Centre Of The Work.

I Spend Many Months In Apparently Listless Rumination Out Of Which I Hope Something Will Emerge.

There Must've Been Some Part Of Me That Wanted To Make My Mark. But There Was Never A Defining Moment.

I Feel Less Often Compelled To Do The Work Than I Was In The Past.