“The tongue lies on the table, writing, writhing, spelling out the breath of its efforts in an unseemly desire to be seen.” — Johanna Drucker The Word Made Flesh Johanna Drucker New York: Bow and Arrow Press, 1989 PS3554 R75 W6 1989 Arch Kitty Maryatt Claremont, CA: Scripps College Press, 2010 N7433.35 U6...

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which seek thro' the world, is ne'er met elsewhere Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home There's no place like home! An...