When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning – how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.
The world is a box My heart is a box of affection. My head is a box of ideas. My…
My general formula for my students is "Follow your bliss." Find where it is, and don't be afraid to follow…
The Donkey When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood,…