Each clip is referenced elsewhere in this page with appropriate introduction. In your heart you heard some other poem in the true language singing. Ken Batts accompanies on the guitar. Fragments of light slice through the space between those words, trajectories reflected in the eyes of the darkness. The breeze in the grass can be brought inside your house, your intimate house, within you.
Poetry Does It.
Leaving behind the fishes' fins and birds' wings, the embryo's sucking finger remem- bers the waters and winds. The deft figurines are his stories and his visions. He is silent in the play. He is art and poetry. In the Fall of '96, Igor Fokin, a puppetteer loved by the children of Harvard Square, Cambridge MA, died suddenly at 37.