Extra-cultural reviews by synaesthetes, symbolists, and strangers.
Soaring south beside the Hudson, thinking of S. and the unexpected, unsuspected, spontaneous ceremonies of sanctification, an anointing of pathways, of door jambs, I wonder that four goddesses glimpsed after long travel, glimpses sealed with a single parting kiss, might form a gateway that leads to another years on. What strange gravity spirits have, that we pull one another into such orbits. Ghosts at dance, we join hands and briefly make a shape, which lingers not save in the pathways invisibly unrolling beneath a few pathfinding feet, that dance, carrying aloft hands, that join and join, making shapes, sigils on the doorposts of another irreplaceable dawn.
Ron Drummond, 5/19/07