It’s Never Finished

It’s done & it’s wonderful & I’m tired. I must pretend it works. I know it works. I’m more aware of what I do than are many artists. I must pretend it works. I must show myself how it’s wonderful. I must use it to show myself what I wrote for you. By God, I sure am tired. I’m tired of letting it work, & it won’t work without me.

May 1971