The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.
The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?
I saw a photograph of a wedding conducted by Reverend Moon of the Unification Church. I wanted to understand this event, and the only way to understand it was to write about it.
One truth is the swing of the sentence, the beat and poise, but down deeper it's the integrity of the writer as he matches with the language.
Never underestimate the power of the State to act out its own massive fantasies.
I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.