‘Fluency of the thinking pen’. 1992.

The fluency of the thinking pen.

The battle is over. A realization dawning. What, for so long, like a brilliant crystal grew, is now due to die and wither.

I watched the crying faces as the sun rose, exhausted, dusty with exilaration. We are dancing just in time.

There is a melancholy tone the earth is singing…

this is the spirit of our dance.

It all seems so clear in my mind – but almost impossible to write.’


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