I Could Not Have Gone

I Say Me, Knowing All The While It's Not Me.

The Sun Shone, Having No Alternative, On The Nothing New.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

My Characters Have Nothing. I'm Working With Impotence, Ignorance... That Whole Zone Of Being That Has Always Been Set Aside By Artists As Something Unusable - Something By Definition Incompatible With Art.