Stairway to Knowledge aka The Book of Life?

So many, 

Innumerable perhaps, 

But one only 

Steps one at a time,

And that’s not open 

For discussion. 

Creep on Wall Street

Not an order, officer 

But a crawling 

Subaltern of worm not worthy enough 

To crawl away from, staying 

To face the rot. 

Monsanto Man on Tractor, 9 AM

Out walking, 

Smelling something faintly 

Evil in the air 

And not knowing exactly where 

It’s coming from, 

We finally come across a man 

At a crossroads somewhere 

Among the myriad olive trees 

And ask him where he’s been 

Spraying since daybreak to find out 

Just where we can proceed safely, 

Only to have him shoot back with a 

No problem, folks. I’ve just finished. 

You can walk anywhere. 

Definitely Not Lemmings #37-40

I suspect the sudden jump(!) in non-lemmings has everything to do with William Michaelian’s response to my recent post regarding his A Listening Thing; I thank him for his gesture and welcome Gabriella Mirollo, Brad and Kiki Thome, a Canadian residing at These Temporal Rooms, and an artist who prefers to remain anonymous—I thank all of you, too.

At a Loss for Words

I think that most of us have been--at one time or another (to repeat an oft repeated cliche)--"at a loss for words"--and I think I've been there more often than most of you, although I have no way of knowing if that's true or not, but perhaps that's not what's important right now. I think what's important for me right now is to tell all of you I've been trying to find the right words to describe this amazing book and I'm still at a loss. What now? Will William Michaelian/Stephen Monroe hold that against me? Of course not and I appreciate that fact but I also want them to know that even if I am at a loss for words, I can still find enough to say they have given me a gift that is priceless, and I'm inexpressibly grateful for that.