I Spotted A Can In The Corner

There Are Many Things I Think About That Never Get To The Point Of Becoming Serious. In Other Words, I Try To Talk Myself Out Of Writing, Sometimes For Many Years, And When I Run Out Of Arguments, I Write.

What You Demand From Storytelling Is A Moral - Even Political - Import. I Tend To Shun That Didactic Aspect.

Every Writer Owes Something To A Particular Tradition He/she Grew Up In. But No Serious Writer - Other Than The Militantly Nationalist Ones - Would Reduce His/her Domain Of Influence To A Single Tradition. Furthermore, Historical Breaks Are So Common And Large In Europe That There Are Ruptures In Every Tradition Which Then Connect The Same Generations Across National Borders. Younger Eastern European Writers, For Instance, Have More In Common With Other Writers Of The Same Age In Europe, Than With The Previous, Communist-era Generations In Their Own Countries.

I Spotted A Can In The Corner Whose Red Label Read Sadness. Was There So Much Of It They Could Can It And Sell It? A Bolt Of Pain Went Through My Intestines Before I Realized That It Was Not Sadness But Sardines.

One Of The Many Conditions That Have To Be Met For A Brain To Become A Mind, And Therefore Have Consciousness, Is 'the Analog I' Around Which All The Simultaneous Inflow Of Sensations And Stimulations Are Reflected And Organized.