The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
As I opened my browser to compose this post, my site’s host was confused or rebellious, not just with my words but with everyone’s. We were cut off, it seems, our words tossed about with the flotsam of the virtual word sea.
Words floating in the sea is precisely where we begin with Ruth Ozeki’s A Tale for the Time Being,where a young Japanese girl’s Hello Kitty lunchbox full of words floats its…
six non-lectures (1963 ed., cover design by paul rand)