I am quite unsatisfied by the distinctions between the oral and literate.

The self is an oral society in which the present is constantly running a dialogue with the past and the future inside of one skin.

For several centuries what has passed for song in literary circles was any text that looked like the lyrics for a commonplace melodic setting.

I reserve the right to tell shaggy dog stories or even common jokes as part of what I'm doing. I don't give a damn if half the audience walks out.

The Sophists' paradoxical talk pieces and their public debates were entertainment in 5th century Greece. And in that world, Socrates was an entertainer.

I can manage a prose format as long as I keep closer to Laurence Sterne than to Henry James.

From this entertainment industry, may the gods of language protect us.