Category: general

In the end, I’m not interested
in that which I fully understand.
The words I have written over the years
are just a veneer.
There are truths that lie
beneath the surface of the words…
truths that rise up without warning,
like the humps of a sea monster
and then disappear.
What performance and song is to me
is finding a way to tempt the monster
to the surface,
to create a space,
where the creature can break through
what is real and what is known to us.
This shimmering space,
where imagination and reality intersect…
…this is where all love
and tears and joy exist.
This is the place.
This is where we live.

I find keeping a diary really helps with keeping both these sides aligned…

pic of me

taken by my friend david while in sydney


love this pic of my friend pete gleeson.  I love this guy.  part crazy, part genius



How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite.

Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong.

We say bread and it means according to which nation.

French has no word for home, and we have no word for strict pleasure.

A people in northern India is dying out because their ancient tongue has no words for endearment.

I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.

Maybe the Etruscan texts would finally explain why the couples on their tombs are smiling. And maybe not.

When the thousands of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated, they seemed to be business records.

But what if they are poems or psalms?

My joy is the same as twelve Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.

O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper, as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.

Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts of long-fibered Egyptian cotton.

My love is a hundred pitchers of honey.

Shiploads of thuya are what my body wants to say to your body.

Giraffes are this desire in the dark.

Perhaps the spiral Minoan script is not language but a map.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.

sweet bro

I’m totally buying shares in this thing when the company lists in the next couple of months. it may break, people may die. but it looks awesome

so you climb s*** mountain to pick the flower that lives on top only to discover when you get there that you have lost your sense of smell (quote from “the internets own boy”)