Black Marks on White Paper

At eighteen months short of seventy, I seem to be writing more than ever, and perhaps the time has come to bring together into one place what there is that’s worth saving.  This is my gift to whomever wants to open it.

So far only the short and more recent pieces are posted. Longer translations, books and book excerpts, and music will follow gradually.

Thanks to my son Nathaniel, who inspired much that is here , and who set up the blog.