If Language Is Lost, Humanity Is Lost.

My Own View Is That Violence Is A Part Of Classical Haida Literature - And Of Every Mythology Everywhere, So Far As I Can Tell - Because It's Part Of Life Itself. In The World Of The Hamburger Stand And The Supermarket, Or The Vegan Café And The Ashram, You Might Try To Tell Yourself It's Possible To Be Nonviolent. In A Hunting And Gathering Society, Violence Is More Difficult To Hide.

Anxiety Projection Can And Does Occur - In Myth, In Music, In Fiction, And In The Doctor's Office Too. That Doesn't Make It The Basis Of Everything.

In The Nineteenth Century, Which Was A Dark And Inflationary Age In Typography, Man Compositors Were Encouraged To Stuff Extra Space Between Sentences. Generations Of Twentieth-century Typists Were Then Taught To Do The Same, By Hitting The Spacebar Twice After Every Period. Your Typing As Well As Your Typesetting Will Benefit From Unlearning This Quaint Victorian Habit.

I Think Of Something Quite Different From A Snapshot. I Know Of A Lot Of Poems, Some Very Fine Ones, That Are Like Snapshots, But I'm More Interested In Poetry That Is Like An Endless Film, Long Stories, Things That Weave Together Many Different Strands, Like A Big Piece Of Cloth, Not Like A Photograph.

In A Badly Designed Book, The Letters Mill And Stand Like Starving Horses In A Field. In A Book Designed By Rote, They Sit Like Stale Bread And Mutton On The Page. In A Well-made Book, Where Designer, Compositor And Printer Have All Done Their Jobs, No Matter How Many Thousands Of Lines And Pages, The Letters Are Alive. They Dance In Their Seats. Sometimes They Rise And Dance In The Margins And Aisles.