"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

29 December 2020


The field and forest of my youth, 1967 to 1977 ...

Perfect beings, never dreamed of,
Will present themselves for your experiments.

The curiosity of ancient crowds
And idle wealth will meditatively draw near.

Your memory and your senses
Will be simply the nourishment of your creative impulse.

As for the world, when you emerge, what will it have become?
In any case, nothing of what it seems at present.

Arthur Rimbaud

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