Ear Coming into the World
Footloose in Greenwich Village, 19 years old, I wandered into the 8th
St. Bookstore one day and found a book, a poem, just one line of verse
that changed my life. The book was Neruda and Vallejo, translated by
Robert Bly. The poem was "The Art of Poetry." In one line
Neruda imagined himself to be "an ear coming into the world."
Ever since, I have imagined myself thus: not a man going blind, but
an ear coming into the world. This project is devoted to the marvelous
side of that process: listening.
You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans?
Cool in Toronto?
Toronto is one
of the world's great cities, so you can't really keep up
with everything that's cool about it. You can't even contain
it within boundaries as loose as the GTA. This web
page attempts to chase the "cool" mule
(OK, I know it's a moose, but that doesn't rhyme) and demonstrate
that at least one American is paying attention.