On my stereo is a song about romantic love noble and what?— I don’t know; I listen to it again. It is about the heartbreak of young idealism, and about the maturation of nobility, but what a thing is about is not what it is. I also listen to the cars and trucks passing on the freeway both north and south. It is the necessity of change, and the inevitability of time and place that draws them to where they are not now. As I read and reread the words of this poem and change them to what they now are, I think about the irony of creation. It is to make something that is not here, but is secured by this time and place. It is a thing that can not be given a constant name and that will go in name to where it is not now.
13 August 1980