Music Is The Way Our Memories Sing

Africa Has A Genious For Extremes, For The Beginning And The End. It Seems Simultaneously Connected To Some Memory Of Eden And To Some Foretaste Of Apocalypse. Nowhere Is Day More Vivid Or Night Darker. Nowhere Are Forests More Luxuriant. Nowhere Is There A Continent More Miserable

The Kiss Is A Wordless Articulation Of Desire Whose Object Lies In The Future, And Somewhat To The South.

The Jumbo Jet Is The Airborne Equivalent Of The Interstate Highway...one Might As Well Be Stuffed Into A Cartridge And Shot Through A Pneumatic Tube, Like Interoffice Mail.

Vatican Ii Was A Force That Seized The Mind Of The Roman Catholic Church And Carried It Across Centuries From The 13th To The 20th.

Music Is The Way Our Memories Sing To Us Across Time.