Sing a song of sight. A Circular Play My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach. Walt Whitman Song of Myself The architect of domes of sound. Herman Melville Redburn I could not see to see. Emily Dickinson Le dramatique et le théâtral, ce sont deux pôles. On le comprendra mieux, peut-être, si nous…

Le mot compte plus que la syntaxe. C’est avant tout des mots, sans articles d’ailleurs, qui viennent et qui s’imposent. Le temps grammatical suit, d’assez loin. Marguerite Duras, Les Parleuses There are only a few words and with these mostly always I am writing that have for me completely entirely existing being. The Making of…

Indiana Elliott. What’s in a name. Susan B. Anthony. Everything. The Mother of Us All B. Barker. What is the name of this. I adore names. At Present I make a new name, and yet every name is the same, it is always in the name. Saints and Singing Lucy Church as Edith Church. Edith…

It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look. Thoreau, Walden The origin of mentioning saints singing were nuns praying. The…

War-time is a time of Waiting, Noël once said. J.M. Coetzee When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won. That will be ere the set of sun. Macbeth Time was her labyrinth, in which Hunilla was entirely lost. Herman Melville, The…