That certainly is one approach to take. My own is to acknowledge the inner child and try to work with my first fascination with science fiction. I have tried to build on its idea content and narrative drive rather than to discard them.
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My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation.
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O wily painter, limiting the scene From a cacophony of dusty forms To the one convulsion,
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He moves in a wood of desire,...
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Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly:
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He was just going out and touching every third rail in California politics. That's why I got interested in backing him.
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