A few lines from a poem mentioned in Maps of the Imagination by Peter Turchi. Seemed appropriate for today. Also, a fantastic "found" image I've had for years (the back reads "a merry xmas to you all from alice and Charlie" and "Little Charlie pulling beans") with an overlay of a diagram taken from An Experiment With Time by JW Dunne (more on that soon). B
January First by Octavio Paz (translation by Elizabeth Bishop)
The year's doors open
like those of language
toward the unknown
Last night you told me:
tomorrow
we shall have to think up signs, sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan
on the double page
of day and paper.
Tomorrow, we shall have to invent,
once more,
the reality of this world.
