How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
— Emily Dickinson
“No one would stand for it [being the fool in the media] in a minute if you took any other group —Native Americans, African Americans, Hispanics, women — but somehow it’s okay to do that with hillbillies.”
“O crows circling over my head and cawing!
I admit to being, at times,
Suddenly, and without the slightest warning,
“Strange though this may sound, not knowing where one is going – being lost, being a loser – reveals the greatest possible faith and optimism, as against collective security and collective significance. To believe, one must have lost God; to paint, one must have lost art.”