My World or No World

Environment is so important for the poet. I can't flow here. "I need
art, beauty and light." That's Wagner, approximately. I CAN think on
the mountain. In a Japanese Garden, maybe, I could become one with a
fountain, then this city, this troubled sphere, and finally with this
antarctic quintessence of fire and dust. But, right outside the English
office, I have my attennaes out and am not detecting any ambience. The
desert's wet with flow but this place is parched. I can smell the
paint, the cleaners, the sterile minds. Captain Willard said, "Never
get out of the boat- unless you're going all the way." And Hamlet
phrased it, "to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or
to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them." The
question is, "Am I Colonel Kurtz? Is there a special providence in the
fall of a sparrow? Can I look down a shotgun barrel and smile
casually?" "Show me the death star."- modified Marilyn Manson. "I'm
standing in my b-boy stance." That's Jay-Z. "Bring me my broad
sword."-Jethro Tull. Right here, right now, I'm writing this in blood:
"My world or no world."