Wings Are A Constraint That Makes It

It Isn't So Unusual For Poems To Situate Themselves Out Of Doors - Though They May, At The Same Time, Be Set In An Interior World: Not Inside The House But Inside The Mind And Body Of Writer And Reader.

We're Into The Era Of Desktop Bureaucracy, Where People Sit At Computers Building Websites And Analyzing Data Rather Than Listening Or Reading.

If You Divide The World Into Them And Us, And History Into Ours And Theirs, Or If You Think Of History As Something Only You And Your Affiliates Possess, Then No Matter What You Know, No Matter How Noble Your Intentions, You Have Taken One Step Toward The Destruction Of The World.

Typography Is The Craft Of Endowing Human Language With A Durable Visual Form, And Thus With An Independent Existence. Its Heartwood Is Calligraphy - The Dance, On A Tiny Stage, Of The Living, Speaking Hand - And Its Roots Reach Into Living Soil, Though Its Branches May Be Hung Each Year With New Machines. So Long As The Root Lives, Typography Remains A Source Of True Delight, True Knowledge, True Surprise.

Typography At Its Best Is A Visual Form Of Language Linking Timelessness And Time.