In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyones existence in this world. – Wislawa Szymborska
That is what I did with Jack, and thats why he liked to do the readings with me because he knew I was there for him, and for our ability to blend the poetry and the music. – David Amram