I am first and foremost a dreamer but I am not asleep. I like hard jazz, beat poetry and the lowdown filthy blues. I like flowers that fight for their own existence, runaway horses, the tenor saxophone and the eyes of lost dogs. My idea of heaven would be to watch every ignorant asshole and idiot on the face of this earth ceremoniously beaten with a large wooden spoon by Big Mama Thornton. My idea of hell are the lies you tell your children that they in turn will tell their own children and on and on and on down the whole godamned line. The novelist Harry Crews put it like this: "I never wanted to be well-rounded, and I do not admire well-rounded people nor their work. So far as I can see, nothing good in the world has ever been done by well-rounded people. The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges, because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design."
