Artist, poet, music dance words the natural world, soul, what makes us original, creativity, not into production lines, of anything. What does it feel like?
Artist, poet, music dance words the natural world, soul, what makes us original, creativity, not into production lines, of anything. What does it feel like?
There's no way to predict what words will follow the last words - each phrase is a delightful (or mordant :) surprise. So much to discover, always. Every now and then, my heart melts. Or I laugh out loud.
Raw, honest, and One Fine Morning is just the peak of Bill's output in my opinion - admittedly there's lots I haven't heard. What transmission! The world suddenly becomes realer.