I was looking for the will of the wild… The only thing I had to hold on to was the knife-sharp necessity to trust to the elements my elemental self. I wanted to live at the edge of the imperative, in the tender fury of the reckless moment, for in this brief and pointillist life, bright-dark and electric, I could do nothing else. The human spirit has a primal allegiance to wildness, to really… Read More

Tell me something good,just one good thing, just tell mesomething that will get me throughthe hours the days the weeks that bringnothing of any goodness, just morenews of other things likespoiled meat or else rawbones the dogs keep dragging in from godknows where, what bombed-out car or oceanwreck, whose child’s ribs wrenchedopen, what woman’s torso torn likebread, whose sons now head-less, what trashed home, whatoily sludge a hundred mileswide on which we… Read More