Good science and good art are always about a condition of awe . . . I don’t think there is any other function for the poet or the scientist in the hu… - Derek Walcott

She's a rare vase, out of a cat's reach, on its shelf.

There is the buried language and there is the individual vocabulary, and the process of poetry is one of excavation and of self-discovery. Tonally the individual voice is a dialect; it shapes its own accent, its own vocabulary and melody in defiance of an imperial concept of language, the language of Ozymandias, libraries and dictionaries, law courts and critics, and churches, universities, political dogma, the diction of institutions. Poetry is an island that breaks away from the main.

Here is where a real fresco should be painted, one without importance, but one with real faith, mapless, Historyless.