| I came back from Texas. I had been reading my
poems there. Nowhere do they pay so well as in America for reading
poems. Next to my signature I put the date 2000.
Old age clings to my feet like dense pitch. The mind resists, but
mind means consciousness. And what I can do with it, unveil it to whom ?
The best strategy is to say nothing.
I have experienced the shame of recollected illusion of loving,
hating, aspiring, striving. And now I can hardly believe that I managed
to live through my life. |
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