The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.

Dad is always hiding in his book.

Whenever citizens are seen routinely as enemies of their own government, writers are rountinely seen to be the most dangerous enemies.

A writer of books has to admit that film is the enemy, and that in my case I have been sleeping with the enemy.

Banks and churches and courtrooms all depend on the appurtenances of theatre. On illusion. Banks, the illusion of stability and honourable dealings to the rot and corruption of capitalist exploitation. Churches the illusion of sacred sanctuary of purposes of pacifying social discontent. Courtrooms of course designed to promote the illusion of solemn justice. If there was true justice why would such trappings be necessary? Wouldn't a table and chairs and an ordinary room serve just as well?

And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.

Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. Sometimes you run over a drunk who's lain down and fallen asleep on the warm pavement. I mean, do you keep going, or what?