40-Year Run: Writing as Exchange.
A writer casts his bread upon the waters.
Somebody said about Aldous Huxley
he could cast the corn but he couldn’t make
the chickens peck. Is you is or is you ain’t
an existentialist. Think of Albert Camus
writing “The Myth of Sisyphus.”
A semi-literate reader could go bowling
every night, if he had enough money,
but a highly literate reader would buy
more books, and read more, and make himself
even less active. You can see I’ve written myself
into a corner I can’t write my way out of.
Might as well relax and enjoy it.
Quit kicking at the traces.
It’s almost over.
Writing as therapy.
Physician, heal thyself.
Arise, take up thy bed, and walk.