Because I'm Not Writing All

The Translator, A Lonely Sort Of Acrobat, Becomes Confused In A Labyrinth Of Paradox, Or Climbs A Pyramid Of Dependent Clauses And Has To Invent A Way Down From It In His Own Language.

In Some Sense The Text And The Translator Are Locked In Struggle - 'i Attacked That Sentence, It Resisted Me, I Attacked Another, It Eluded Me' - A Struggle In Which, Curiously, When The Translator Wins, The Text Wins Too.

I Am Simply Not Interested, At This Point, In Creating Narrative Scenes Between Characters.

The Style Developed Over Decades, Really, But I Started Out Writing Pretty Traditional Stories, Then Became Impatient. It Was A Writer Named Russell Edson Who Showed Me That One Could Write In Any Way At All.

Because I'm Not Writing All The Time (thank Goodness), My Mind Is Sometimes Pleasantly Blank.