I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape -the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it - the whole story doesn't show.
"In uncertainty l am certain that underneath their topmost layers of fraility men want ot be good and want to be loved. Indeed most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or l must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world."
we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse If you swing along the beltway then you skid along the all day cause I went a little crazy and I sat upon a high chair And I'm smokin like a diesel way out here Blow wind blow... -tomwaits
My tobacco smells like chocolate. Every 12 hours l sit outside and smoke my pipe. At night l hear the dogs bark and in the morning l hear the crows caw. These pages are so constrained, so tight, l want to just scribble and stratch like a kid, tear a hole in these pages. Maybe it's because l went to a dance tonight, dancers from the east coast, made me feel glorious. Made amy dance in the house, she looked so beautiful...