Four a.m. here and absolutely miserable and ready to admit that I actually do not want to continue the insane crowded subway ride it is to compete for placement in magazines, et cetera.  I did all of that– for years.  I want and need to live and write for me, my own pleasure.  I will publish myself through Orfea Books.  If I sell a few copies, great.  But I have absolutely no tolerance for the game, the clawing up the ladder,  the ass-kissing required.  Moreover, one must protect one’s voice, or we’ll all sound like each other.  I will continue to post stunning work at La Parola Vivace.  Do visit me there.