The professorial picture is inserted here to celebrate the publication of yet another paper, yay, the link is at the bottom if you really want to see it.But as with all published work, the pleasure is fleeting, empty as a promise, because its gone and you have already moved on. So contemplation is back on the agenda and with it comes the bliss of knowing that thought will be followed by words and tones, twisted into forms hitherto unknown for they exist only as ellipses in their primordial state, as ideas take shape. A metaphor here, a simile there, a joined up enjambment as the story unfurls... and still I stand on the rocks looking out to sea and listening to Armand and Levon again. http://www.textjournal.com.au/april12/melrose.htm
