The artist has no right to survive his art.
Bats in the belfry.
Mice in the cellar.
Every niche is overflowing.
The Hunter has become the Hunted.
Don't bother saving me a place at your table.
I will not be joining you.
But please send my regards to Kurt and Chet and Spalding.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
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