Our Government Is A Bird With Two

Invent A New Language Anyone Can Understand.

I'm Reading A Book About Romaine Brooks, A Wonderful Painter From Early In The Last Century.

Almost Every Truly Creative Being Alienated & Expatriated In His Own Country

I Am Waiting For The Lost Music To Sound Again In A New Rebirth Of Wonder.

[in The True Mad North] Of Introspection, Where 'falcons Of The Inner Eye' Dive And Die, Glimpsing In Their Dying Fall, All Life's Memory Of Existence.