"I'm not the greatest artist, but I bet I can draw a picture of a bandicoot better than you can. O, what's that, you've never SEEN a bandicoot?--Check mate. I've never played a real musical instrument, but in fourth grade, when we had to play recorders, I could play the Star Wars theme--REALLY fast . . . I guess that About Me's it from this p.o.v., so now I'll pass it to the Dr. Jeckle of this Mr. Hyde:" . . . "Persistently looking for beautiful rhythms, symbols, signs, tirelessly rearranging these into bound infinitudes, neatly packed, making sense of the wonderful chaotic surge of nature: the crystal and the juniper are kin. Still always rising up out of this material morasse, rising pristine from the heaving, pulsing world, is the girl that is at once the sum and negation of all else: my fingers swerve as they swing the compass arch around, brushed by her effortless, walking breezes. How is so soft a thing so hard to see? How is the perfect turn of phrase so easy, and yet the hardest thing? I'm pulled now by two voices that jangle within the same dumb skull: one cries "it", the other "she", so I come here, un-earthing in this electronic world of inscriptions to answer both, seeking out what is so hard to need within the limits of the lush, exuberant exterior: two kinds of company. Art and attraction, interest and affection, coupled perhaps in one pair of eyes--a harmony and kindred drive--perhaps not, we shall see." . . . "So, how do I reconcile these and other voices and driving impulses? I don't usually; I just live with them. Of course, I don't make light of EVERYTHING, if only because when everything is made an object of laughter--something that can be made fun of, poked fun at, made ironic--the world can unexpectedly darken. On the other hand, even one of the most serious things in MY mind, my writing, is largely a playful activity, especially when it's most serious."
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