You came to the desert, illiterate, spirit-ridden, intending to starve The sun hand of the violin carving through space the endless landscape Acres of ochre, the dust-blue sky, or the strange young man beside you peering into “The Man Who Taught William Blake Painting in His Dreams” You’re thinking: I […]
You came to the desert, illiterate, spirit-ridden, intending to starve The sun hand of the violin carving through space the endless landscape Acres of ochre, the dust-blue sky, or the strange young man beside you peering into “The Man Who Taught William Blake Painting in His Dreams” You’re thinking: I am ready to be touched […]