When My Own Writing Needs A Perk,

Dreaming Men Are Haunted Men.

Occasionally I Encounter People Getting Into Their Cars Who Will Say, "oh, You Haven't Been Walking Lately" - Like I'm A Symbol Of The Ancient Art Of Walking!

I've Been Reading A Lot Lately About Indian Captives. One Woman Who Had Been Captured By The Indians And Made A Squaw Was Resentful When She Was Rescued Because She'd Found That There Was A Lot More Work To Do As The Wife Of A White Man.

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Are Alive. They Are Man's Memory And His Aspiration, The Link Between His Present And His Past, The Tools He Builds With.

Whatever Poetry That Was In Me Was Coming Out In The Form Of Constructing Art Books!