All those people who go to NASCAR and sing country & western songs and live in Tennessee, they totally ignore me, they don't come to my shows, I just don't exist for them and they don't exist for me.
You can't get tired of something you don't know exists.
A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
I was tired of playing a ghost.
We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
People like to say that my work is about making the invisible visible, but that's a misunderstanding. It's about showing what invisibility looks like.
While most people in TV, radio, and the press have treated me wonderfully, some of the most important people want to pretend I don't exist.
How can you say you want to be somewhere when you're not really sure if they want you there because they're not even talking to you?
If you let the world in, you open yourself up to the world. Even if the world doesn't know that you're there.
Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.
