Can injustice one way be corrected without the interim reaction that tries to impose injustice the other way?

I don't see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as "truths" already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It's like any discovery job; you don't know what's going to happen until you try it.

'Be alive,' the land says, 'listen - this is your time, your world, your pleasure.'

All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.

If you can say it, it begins to exist.

What you have to do as a writer is . . . write day in and day out no matter what happens.

Please think about this as you go on. Breathe on the world. Hold out your hands to it. When morning and evenings roll along, watch how they open and close, how they invite you to the long party that your life is.