Watershed Books, Toronto, 2000
from the Afterword
In the spirit of the Surrealists, Romanticism, and Romance, The End of the Age attempts to combine travel and home, adventure and native place. The journey, pysical or moral, is always, without ceasing to be a real journey, a movement deeper into what was given at the start. John Clare wrote, “Here I am homeless at home,” an unsurpassable aphorism, or cry.
It is not easy to find a home in pilgrimage or movement in a house; neither settling, nor always tearing everything apart and leaving, is sufficient; both are needed. Ultimately, the balance will not be balance but fusion, the motion of a being into its end. But fusion is inadequate because it suggests the making of a new unity, whereas this is a case of a fundamental unity that cares for all this is individual.
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