My Generation Was Somewhat Between Things, Neither

An Ordinary Mirror Is Silvered At The Back But The Window Of The Night Train Has Darkness Behind The Glass. My Face And The Faces Of Other Travellers Were Now Mirrored On This Darkness In A Succession Of Stillnesses. Consider This, Said The Darkness: Any Motion At Any Speed Is A Succession Of Stillnesses; Any Section Through An Action Will Show Just Such A Plane Of Stillness As This Dark Window In Which Your Seeking Face Is Mirrored. And In Each Plane Of Stillness Is The Moment Of Clarity That Makes You Responsible For What You Do.

My Generation Was Somewhat Between Things, Neither Free Nor Much Supported By Whatever Held Us In.

And Now It Seems She's On My Wavelength. That's All I Need. My Mind Isn't Much Of A Comfort To Me But At Least I Thought It Was Private.

A Family Is Everybody All Together.

Usually My Starting Point Is Something That I've Seen. It Might Be A Painting, It Might Be An Object. But They Always Start From A Definite Sensory Experience.