Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves . . .
I would therefore write a kind of elemental poetry that doesn't . . . lead inward--to laboratories, to textbooks, to knowledge. I would not talk about the wind, and the oak tree, and the leaf on the oak tree, but on their behalf.
I would say that there exist a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else."
I will be away for a few days, so I won't be posting here. We'll see what I find as I travel away from St Petersburg.