The Passion According to G.H. (New Directions Books)

Hope for what? For the first time I was astonished to feel that I’d based an entire hope on becoming something that I was not.

perhaps that awareness was my life itself.

more than awareness of life, was the actual process of life inside me.

Creating isn’t imagination, it’s taking the great risk of grasping reality.

epithet

I had superimposed upon the inextricable part of myself,

Since they weren’t mine, I never tortured them.

Everything here is the elegant, ironic, and witty replica of a life that never existed anywhere: my house is a merely artistic creation. Everything here actually refers to a life that wouldn’t suit me if it were real.

I’m afraid to begin composing in order to be understood by the imaginary someone,