Only In Canada Could Somebody

I Would Say The Hummingbird Really Deserves The Royalties On [some Of My Songs].

Only In Canada Could Somebody With A Voice Like Mine Win 'vocalist Of The Year'.

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.

Most Of The Time One Is Discouraged By The Work, But Now And Again By Some Grace Something Stands Out And Invites You To Work On It, To Elaborate It Or Animate It In Some Way. It's A Mysterious Process.

You Have To Keep Cracking Yourself Open Or You Become A Parody Of Yourself.