Polyphonic Skies . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
Polyphonic Skies . . .
On the road in the American Northwest.
DICTIONARY
My favorite book.
An Indra's net of interdependencies, each word,
each node, reflecting in its own way all the others.
Pick out the crystal of a single word from the ever-
changing shimmer of reflections, hold it up to the
light of enquiry, and watch how the meanings
sparkle on all its sides.
NOTHING
There's nothing better than a mere nothing—a wave,
a call, a letter that receives no reply—to reveal the
negative, destructive reflexes of mechanical thought.
SOLITUDE & FRIENDSHIP
Solitude and friendship are the silence and sound
of the music of my life.
RELIGION
No book. No authority. Heal the break, the loss
of resonance with the sacred.
WEALTH
Wealth comes at you from different directions and
speaks two mutually incomprehensible languages.
One says, what more can I get, more land, more cars,
more fame? The other says, what more can I get rid
of, less weight, less to carry, far fewer interruptions.
DENIAL?
The fact we wish to deny most of all is the fact of denial.
VIVA LA WEB!
At the door of the great public library of the world-wide
web, is a guy who charges you an entrance fee, watches
who you meet inside, and makes notes about the stuff
you take home. What kind of library is that?
FORTUNE
Bad luck has been one of my best teachers.
Bad weather, my best excuse for a good rest.
