Almanac, All Substance
We write about God, death, beauty and love. Communication and design. Wilderness and wonder. Our interests are broad and our quest for truth is relentless.
The clerks are at their desks, the miners are down in their mines, and the poets are looking out their windows maybe with a cigarette, a cup of tea, and maybe a flannel shirt or bathrobe is involved. The proofreaders are playing the ping-pong game of proofreading, glancing back and forth from page to page, the chefs are dicing celery and potatoes, and the poets are at their windows because it is their job for which they are paid nothing every Friday afternoon.”

Billy Collins, “Monday”