Life I Love You, All

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

We've Survived By Believing Our Life Is Going To Get Better.

As Soon As Your Mind Knows That It's On And It's Supposed To Produce Some Lines, Either It Doesn't Or It Produces Things That Are Very Predictable. And That's Why I Say I'm Not Interested In Writing Something That I Thought About. I'm Interested In Discovering Where My Mind Wants To Go, Or What Object It Wants To Pick Up.

It's Actually Very Difficult To Make Something Both Simple And Good.