I can't seem to stay out of my own way.

In trying to become 'objective,' Western culture made 'objects' of things and people when it distanced itself from them, thereby losing 'touch' with them.

I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been imposed on me.

Wild tongues can't be tamed, they can only be cut out.

But I'm more scared of not writing.

Nothing happens in the 'real' world unless it first happens in the images in our heads

Living in a state of psychic unrest, in a Borderland, is what makes poets write and artists create.