James Salter:
“The poets, writers, the sages and voices of their time, they are a chorus, the anthem they share is the same: the great and small are joined, the beautiful lives, the other dies, and all is foolish except honor, love, and what little is known by the heart.”
Me:
And this, this truth resounds as a type often undeclared, if even known. Where is strength of this caliber today? Can it be seen, if so, recognized, named, recorded? Somehow the great society is losing her touch, the complete love with which she began headed for myriad exits. It is not enough to lament, believing as we do in pure ironies. Somehow some things must continue. Who will voice, with elegance and reason, our plight, our fear of losing what may already be lost?
