Vocabularies are crossing circles and loops. We are defined by the lines we choose to cross or to be confined by.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

I like to write about painting because I think visually. I see my writing as blocks of color before it forms itself. I think I also care about painting because I'm not musical. Painting to me is not a metaphor for writing, but something people do that can never be reduced to words.

We have too many high sounding words and too few actions that correspond with them.

We are losing our common vocabulary, built over thousands of years to help and delight and instruct us, for the sake of what we take to be the new technology's virtues.

I collect words--they are sweets in the mouth of sound.