This weekend I started reading The Bombast Transcripts by Christopher Locke again. You can find most of the contents of that book here.
for the first time I saw what language was: a shared dream of the world from which its dreamers seldom ever wake, a virtually seamless emblem representing the accreted memories of a billion years of biological evolution, twenty-five millennia of human culture, and a few dozen centuries of historical wars and wanderings filtered through the personal fantasy of a single lifetime.
His blog is here. Where you can find posts with images like this.
I think I found my new favorite blog. See you tomorrow maybe, most likely Monday.