I’m actually somewhat uncomfortable calling Paleolithic renderings “art” – not because they don’t meet some standard set of criterion, but because of the very nature of the ‘calling’ itself seems to go against the experience of the makers of the art.  See, there again, an assumption: “the makers of the art”, which includes a...

today I stand on the horizon beyond the vast, known spaces my steps tracing a Moebius membrane as the white sea pours through my heart no there, no past, no unwanted memory --all swept lovingly into the waves seeds for waiting oysters did you know that I ...