The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

Knowledge Is The Harvest Of Attention

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

This Morning Of The Small Snow I Count The Blessings, The Leak In The Faucet Which Makes Of The Sink Time, The Drop Of The Water On Water.

Of Rhythm Is Image / Of Image Is Knowing / Of Knowing There Is / A Construct