Here you can see this poem being made:

In today’s New York Times, a man said this about living in a 112-square-foot house: “It has maximized what I’m able to do with the young years of my life.” 

This is the big point I try to make when I speak to young people: “Keep your overhead low.”

The less you have to maintain, the more time you have to do what you want to do.

Sometimes the words don’t come. That’s when I make pictures. (And vice versa.)

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Always circling the same obsessions, I’ll often make a poem months (or years) after that would’ve fit perfectly into one of my books. This one would’ve gone into chapter three of Steal Like An Artist (“Write the book you want to read.”) Originally, it was going to go, “I read what I want to read,” as a screw you to people who try to make you feel guilty about what you read, but I decided I couldn’t pass this one up.