People comment on how I work.
“You do the
job of two men.”
“Don’t you
ever stop?”
“My God . .
.”
I have an
all steel spade. It weighs six pounds
and rings like a bell when I throw it into the earth. It is my favorite tool. I have used it to do everything. With that spade and a wheelbarrow, I can move
a mountain.
I stopped
drinking and started working. Same
difference. Two hours of digging makes
you drunk. Eight hours and you’re so fucked up that you barely can think or
walk.
Ecstasy involves pain.
My friend
says, “Whether you write or not, you are a writer.”
I reply,
“It’s easier to plant twenty trees than to write one damn poem.”
8/26/00
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