of the ox and the lion,
I am certainly a lion.
But I admire the ox, and am grateful for his help.

You can’t force genius but you can set the table for it and invite it in.

When I sit I listen to the Gnossienes to turn up the volume on my own voice. When it’s time to move I change to ska.

I race the motorcycle down the street, the trumpets and the sun and I dance and our kinetic energy takes shape. Without a helmet the signal is clear.

Turn around, fly straight home! Keep the form gingerly in the mind - now rush up the stairs, two, three at a time, and throw open the door.

I pounce.