downs and ups. fantastic climax, but disturbing epilogue. Time enough in the bleak midwinter.

But cameras don't do the moon justice, the clown protested.
And waterfalls tumble sideways in the right gravity.

And they say there is nothing new under the sun. Perhaps, but there was something new on my stove today. A soup never before seen. And they say today is an unlucky day.

Where did the time go? Was that first step wrong or was it later, by so many degrees steadily drifting away from the goal that we got where we are? Dinosaurs had it easier. They had a meteor. The Reds just smothered, somewhere, at some point.

There is in death as in life a Tyranny and a Democracy.

Walking around saturday morning, over the red iron bridge. the river of traffic below was almost dry. Still some people shuffling down it. Running people like me. Man I could use some free sleep one says to another. There were some great pieces of scrap metal by the gas station. I'd almost trade dreams for them. But not quite ( Read more... )

The ox and the lion are of equal strength entering the fourth round of their yearly bout.

The city uncertain stands. What is good earth and what antique silt? If it could would it all just fall back into the sea? The concrete strands bind the city to the rock above, where now the clouds crowd and water drips from their fleeces. I, who have walked so boldly in many places and strange, can still follow a turn and come to a place whose ( Read more... )

Looking at the fjord, where it is raining. Haven't learned all my duties yet but I have the general idea of them.

Well what is finished really? I've been telling people I'm finished with the manuscript for the latest comic. But what does Robert Browning say, or Herman Melville? I don't remember. Something about green shoots among full-eared corn and a firstling of a firstling. Like I say I don't remember. There is still tweaking to be done with the ( Read more... )