Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

I Do Think I Have An Ability To Record Sensual And Emotional Facts And Factoids, To Construct A Convincing Surface Of What Life Feels Like, Both Physical Life And Emotional Life.

Homer Must Have Felt This Pressure To Come Up With An Epic Poem That Would Sound Totally New To An Audience That Had Loved His Previous Best-seller.

Myths Are Stories About People Who Become Too Big For Their Lives Temporarily, So That They Crash Into Other Lives Or Brush Against Gods. In Crisis Their Souls Are Visible.

A Thinking Mind Is Not Swallowed Up By What It Comes To Know. It Reaches Out To Grasp Something Related To Itself And To Its Present Knowledge (and So Knowable In Some Degree) But Also Separate From Itself And From Its Present Knowledge (not Identical With These). In Any Act Of Thinking, The Mind Must Reach Across This Space Between Known And Unknown, Linking One To The Other But Also Keeping Visible To Difference. It Is An Erotic Space.

Here We Go Mother On The Shipless Ocean. Pity Us, Pity The Ocean, Here We Go.