
I first read Lewis Hyde’s The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property in the mid-eighties.
I began to breathe again, I began to write to live—and I don’t mean support myself.
Or is that what I mean? For I did support my soul.

I first read Lewis Hyde’s The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property in the mid-eighties.
I began to breathe again, I began to write to live—and I don’t mean support myself.
Or is that what I mean? For I did support my soul.