I Shall Not Rest Quiet In Montparnasse.

American Muse, Whose Strong And Diverse Heart So Many Men Have Tried To Understand But Only Made It Smaller With Their Art, Because You Are As Various As Your Land.

The Blog Is Also A Way To Continue To Register What I See And Hear In A Day - No Matter What The Form. In Fact, My Blog Is A Complete Mixture Of Forms.

Go Play With The Towns You Have Built Of Blocks, The Towns Where You Would Have Bound Me! I Sleep In My Earth Like A Tired Fox, And My Bufdfalo Have Found Me.

God Pity Us Indeed, For We Are Human, And Do Not Always See, The Vision When It Comes, The Shining Change, Or, If We See It, Do Not Follow It, Because It Is Too Hard, Too Strange, Too New, Too Unbelievable, Too Difficult, Warring Too Much With Common, Easy Ways, And Now I Know This, Standing In This Light, Who Have Been Half Alive These Many Years, Brooding On My Own Sorrow, My Own Pain, Saying "i Am A Barren Bough. Expect, Nor Fruit Nor Blossom From A Barren Bough."

It Is Better The Truth Should Come Little By Little. I Have Learned That, Being A Priest. Perhaps, In The Old Days, They Ate Knowledge Too Fast.