I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.
Stephen Vincent BenetBroad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
Stephen Vincent BenetMoney is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.
Stephen Vincent BenetThe other week I wrote a piece on a photograph I got at a flea market, and I got about 70 hits. I think a lot of people must be interested in flea markets.
Stephen Vincent Benet