I must affirm my life, and to do so I must speak a good word, flirt with binaries and the evangelical, with declarations, with assemblages, remembering, reminding, reconcieving, returning. I must use foul language, fuck and shit and god damn mother fucker. I must yield to motorcycles and surf boards, to katanas and peak lapel suits. I must say to you yes its possible. I must save my own heart by the good word, by a vibe, an aesthetic, by a dropping of the antagonism between poet and audience. By set attitudes from anyone even greats, even cools. I still believe it is possible to live, to be more, to achieve.