Sugar in My Bowl

This is what poetry is meant to do: tell the truth of human feelings. As one famous blues artist said: “The blues ain’t nothing but the facts of life.”

Since Dubliners and Ulysses, memoir and fiction have drifted together—as Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Miller both predicted. And our physical lives cannot be separated from our emotional or artistic lives.

Anything that causes us to lose control intrigues and enthralls. So sex is both alluring and terrifying.

That is the real danger of a one-night stand. Not that it will lead to nothing, but that it will lead to everything.

Sex is a matter that unfolds like an accordion in the brain, the past is connected to the near past to the present and the future stands there waiting to be attached.

We’re not an overly contentious pair, though I have been known, for no good reason, to stir shit up on occasion.

Sex is more about imagination than friction. Most of these efforts are psychological rather than explicit.

why would nature want us reproducing with a partner who can’t make us come?

Freud thought art existed to disturb the sleep of the world. “Anything that prods us into greater awareness, especially of subjects that are blanketed in silence or parody, seems to me to be of use.

The child is mother to the woman, father to the man. Our