A friend of mine, a poet, told me she was sad when someone told her that words are not important. Words belong to this ordinary state of being in the mind. They are mere tokens for reality, codes to which we try to attach meaning, not reality itself.

I said, someone told me that the important part of music is the silence between the notes. In the same way the importance of poetry is the silence created in the listener.


the present


This is my new home page. You can access my paintings by clicking on the picture. I shall post any thoughts I have that seem worthwhile on this page, which means in practice that there might be a new blog entry about once a week. I think one good thought a week is pretty good going.

If the past is memory and the future is guesswork, the only thing we have is the present.