And at night I go out and paint the stars. — Vincent Van Gogh Another sky in the weather of the mind – clear, so clear – the sky rages and swoops; cold, no wind; I am sure there is no wind: the sky can move of its own accord. I see too clearly, and […]
I have always been the poor student, failing geometry and physics, confusing quadratics with differentials. You could explain it, master of calculus, the night sky the screen of you overhead projector as you distinguished terrestrial from extra- terrestrial, then sailed ferocious Orion, south by southwest, a forty-five degree angle off your back step. Sir Isaac […]