Self-consciousness Is The Destroyer Of Erotic Joy.

She Loved Him, Though Not At This Particular Moment.

What Is It Precisely, That Feeling Of 'returning' From A Poem? Something Is Lighter, Softer, Larger - Then It Fades, But Never Completely.

There Are These Rare Moments When Musicians Together Touch Something Sweeter Than They've Ever Found Before In Rehearsals Or Performance, Beyond The Merely Collaborative Or Technically Proficient, When Their Expression Becomes As Easy And Graceful As Friendship Or Love. This Is When They Give Us A Glimpse Of What We Might Be, Of Our Best Selves, And Of An Impossible World In Which You Give Everything To Others, But Lose Nothing Of Yourself.

Was It Possible That I Was, In The Modern Term, In Denial?

Writers Are Said To Have Superstitions And Little Rituals. Readers Have Them Too.