As someone who once worked in archaeology and who reads and aspires

to write poetry I loved the quote from Howard Nelson below. Is the

Internet with all its modes of communication the modern equivalent of the

cave paintings of Lascaux? And attempt to say, see, I saw this, I  thought

this, I said this, I shared this?

" A shaggy man is sitting alone late at night scratching at a sheet of paper,

and like the marks carved twenty thousand years ago on an antler

in a cave which say "someone is alive here"

these scratches are secret messages told to everyone.

" The dark threw its patches down upon me also....""

                                     Reading " Crossing Brooklyn Ferry " on a

                                     Summer Morning

                                          Howard Nelson