"Take a poetry book. Open to any page, grab a line, write it down, and continue from there."
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
"Moloch the incomprehensible prison!" I have no brother, no sister, no father, no mother, no country, no lover, no camera, and no passport, just this rifle and this war. This war is my core; I am only here for this war. It has taken me, it is I, and I am nothing without this war. I am fighting for each orphan child. I am an orphan ripped from my life. What existed before no longer exists for me. I will never be able to walk on the ground that I once stood on. The mud on the sole of my shoe seeps into my system--I am made of different minerals.
(Poem quote: Allen Ginsberg, Howl)