It is book launch eve.  Of course, I am nervous! I am reflecting back on the journey that this book has been.  I will miss it.  For some reason, I find myself thinking of one of Curt’s poems.  It is untitled and undated.  My best guess is that he wrote it sometime in the mid sixties:

If you want to see someone smile,

Send out your mind, secretly

like a thief,

Gently like a butterfly,

Silently like a loving glance.

Discover them.  Shape your

knowledge into a gift.

 

If you want to see someone smile

Send out your mind

Secretly like a thief.

 

When you have discovered them

You will know what to do.

Love without mind.

Horse without rider.

Fire without keeper.

Desire without shape.

Love without thought.

It is simpler for children.

And birds are not expect to plan so.

Cats are fierce and indifferent.

Dogs casual and amorous.

All perfect too and untroubled by memory.

Humans are complicated and dark.