but all this I learned a long time ago—the now famous did some good writing at one time and now no longer do good writing but go around attached to their names, their labels and the public and the magazines eat their shit. the gods have blessed me by not making me famous: I still shoot the word out of the cannon—which beats drippings from a limp cock. for it all, though, getting into Evergreen did me good because it taught me that everything is nothing and that nothing is everything and that you still have to lace your shoes if you have shoes and make your own magic if there is any to be made.
