"The world is a strange set-up." H.V. K.

"Without the orchestra: there were no means to hold on the situation of the singing world." F. N.

Water is best, for gold shines in the diaphanous reputation of our night in which we all are great shareholders of underworld riches, coming to voice in the gestures of the chorus now we wish the friendship of heart, so that we look no further than the sun, whose shadow is the other shining through warmly radiant stars of an elevated aitheric plane, in which wild Olympian contests speak in the all-hearing, and all the well-heard hymns encircle wise knowers, that have come to celebrate Time's children, young musical boxes, the amphitheaters of memory traces, that become glorious in holy presence. (Olympian 1)

It will be found that archaic ship
In seas that bathe our happy dreams;
And its towering masts will no longer dissolve in the mist
Of a biblical and hymning sky.

It will be dithyramb or paean, the air that plays
Mysteriously among the naked trees.
And the holy ship will always unfold
its rare cargo to new comers from exotic lands

Homecoming to the genial harbours of the earth,
It knows God’s eternal solitude amidst choral dances
that cleave to the glorious waves of the infinite.

The tip of our bowspirit pierces the unknown,
And each night atop our mast trembles the pure
And mystic silver of the polar stars. (modified from SW 25)

That babe, this stone inside my thigh,
(plain to all custodians to see),
that being fertile only with its kind,
doth wait in anorganic time, its fuller truth, to dream.

This stoan of generative life, mis-stowed,
that through organic errors, giveth mead,
that gods may revel in all mortal passing by,
who through our careful loves, we freed.

"where is the focus of such a house. i'm not sure I can find it. the outside tells nothing. it should be sliced through like a beehive against glass. passage revealed, storage areas, the royal nursery, james the sick and stormy. poor james. there will be no trip to the lighthouse today. today is for the dissertation." virginia woolf