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.