“I was sitting in a plastic desk-chair contraption in an English classroom in Minnesota, tapping out the meter of lines from Pound’s Cantos, wearing a baseball shirt with a small hole in the armpit. But I was also roiling with feelings and thoughts and doubts and conjectures and worries and layers of complication... If so much happened in my head, didn’t I have to conclude that it was the same way with everyone else? I had to look down again. The world was too big.”
