Prayer
My Savior is the Absurd That changes faster Than my prejudice I hold my heads up To brush the world's light With my eyelashes My Savior knows What it means to be finite Everything becomes high A trumpet grows out of my nose, Or a clarinet A tuba perhaps You really can't tell Other extremities ...
FAME
Because a writer is supposed to desire the award. He would be betraying everything if he plays indifference. The award is the highest attainable goal, the apex of any artist and it's blasphemy not to want it with all our might. The award is the appraisal of the Big Other, the ultimate crown on our ...