(no subject)
I write so that one day, after years of traversing the globe
illuminating the experiences of ordinary and extraordinary human beings
on the payroll of someone else's magazine, I can retire to write poetry
in a cabin outside a small town in Wyoming. A hint of smoke above
the snow.
I act so that one day, after years of fighting and biting, loving and jibing, I can walk on stage with power in my footsteps and shake the dust from the rafters with the thunder in my voice.
In both cases, I seek to twist the human heart. I want to expose the passionate, the revolting, the dark and the shining spots of human existence. These are my lofty goals.
I act so that one day, after years of fighting and biting, loving and jibing, I can walk on stage with power in my footsteps and shake the dust from the rafters with the thunder in my voice.
In both cases, I seek to twist the human heart. I want to expose the passionate, the revolting, the dark and the shining spots of human existence. These are my lofty goals.