M: Is He Smart I: She Yes

There Is Something About The Way That Greek Poets, Say Aeschylus, Use Metaphor That Really Attracts Me. I Don't Think I Can Imitate It, But There's A Density To It That I Think I'm Always Trying To Push Towards In English.

All Myth Is An Enriched Pattern, A Two-faced Proposition, Allowing Its Operator To Say One Thing And Mean Another, To Lead A Double Life. Hence The Notion Found Early In Ancient Thought That All Poets Are Liars. And From The True Lies Of Poetry Trickled Out A Question. What Really Connects Words And Things?

What Would It Be Like To Live In A Library Of Melted Books. With Sentences Streaming Over The Floor And All The Punctuation Settled To The Bottom As A Residue. It Would Be Confusing. Unforgivable. A Great Adventure.

At Least Half Of Your Mind Is Always Thinking, I'll Be Leaving; This Won't Last. It's A Good Buddhist Attitude. If I Were A Buddhist, This Would Be A Great Help. As It Is, I'm Just Sad.

The Presocratic Problem [all Snap Flags] Parmenides Named His Gun The Hot Power Of The Stars. His Gun Was One, Uncreated, Imperishable, Timeless, Changeless, Perfect, Spherical. Spherical Was The Problem.