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May 12, 2017
Valletta window and street detail
May 11, 2017
As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times
May 10, 2017
You can’t deny what you’ve learned; you can’t deny your travels; you can’t deny the nature of your life.
May 9, 2017
Ornate balcony in the late afternoon light, Victoria, Gozo
May 6, 2017
When you travel, one of the best ways to get to know a country and its people is to sit around the kitchen table and eat with them: be it cold cut meats and slices of pickled cucumber from Denmark, grizzled community chicken and boiled plantain from Nicaragua or sea urchin and linguini in oil from the Maltese archipelago
May 6, 2017
The abandoned dance floor, Hotel Continental, Liberia, 2009
May 4, 2017
I knew instinctively that it was the very hardness of life in the desert which drew me back there — it was the same pull which takes men back to the polar ice, to high mountains, and to the sea
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