I said I don’t want to be older, but it’s be older

and older or nothing, right: and day by day

it’s been older every day since the beginning:

still, there was a bracket of young years

within which one could say, these are not the

older years or the baby years: there are, as

Shakespeare said, groups of time, the

transitions from one group to another usually

unalarming: people who have nothing to say

should say nothing: they should drum syllables

or squeeze verbs (or nouns) or cast them like

die, craps, creeps: for example, I don’t

feel at home in this universe and it may be

the only one: that is so pathetic: I think

that is so heartrending with content:

how can the place you come from not be your

home: is the only way to make a phrase

interesting to make it sound like it’s not a

phrase: or it could be two phrases or go two

different ways when you are really going nowhere

well, the human race needs a better track,

the track itself worn or grown over.

31 March ‘98