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Eye, burin, hand

Of all the senses touch is the most productive it's not that the other senses don't make passion rise after all people do communicate with their eyes and we know about pheromones that attract us without any noticeable scent and to which even a bull moose yields and taste is obvious in the pleasure it gives and there is something betwitching in the sound of a voice but touch is the master sense hearing and sight and smell and taste draw us to the fruit but touch lets us dig our fingers in greedy for surrenders as unconditional as the fruit or any other truth or aim worth pursuing stopping in Stockholm on a bright Summer's day I saw a poster on the wall inside the post office which read Eye, burin, hand the photograph on which the slogan was printed showed an engraver etching a plate with the design of a new stamp natives and Buddhists potters and painters sculptors and crafters of tales all say when you touch the earth or a produ...

The greediness of the writer

It is more than ironic that I ask the reader to consider for a moment the greediness of the writer who wants more than you ears who wants all of your attention more than your heart he'll take your soul if you let him he beckons you to follow the suggestions on the page to whisper his words and make a wish perhaps to speak a spell of talk and changing of a lot of things really that take their places by the light of the moon I am thinking of northern lights that shimmer green and glimmer long after in the range of blue and shift in Winter to hues subtler still when you are a writer you seldom ask where your words will take your reader will he be still or will his spirits quicken and his limbs shake to the thrill of the touch of paper in his fingers or will he be lost in your trill which dances like the Aurora Borealis that takes its shape when some combination of God and Van Allen belts makes the solar wind visible g...