"Last night, I had a dream about giving a speech on art.
I had no notes and felt awash with calm.
Why is art necessary?
The first line ran, and nothing was easier to answer,
because it was so unanswerable.
It occurs to me that an answer would have ended my speech,
and what I wanted was to ask something repeatedly,
to spend my life on continuing the question.
It is a certain life and not its answer that
is worthy of being repeated.
Invitation, invocation, request."