What ever happened to the CPR phone line? Is that history? Is it now antique and of Nõ use?
Does it still Nõt ring a bell? Can Ravens only hear what messages Roses convey through Railway Lines?

As i write this paper the light from my window creates a silhouette of my head against the computer monitor. Mirror to me or window to you? Is there a space beyond this computer where you and i meet or is it only on Nõ bridge in the middle of this essay where we might ever meet? Is this Nõ essay going home, becoming even as we reach beyond the page to an "interstanding"?30

Does this essay or letter ever reach you by email or by post or does it get lost in space / cyberspace / hyperspace with all the other bits/bytes of information? Is this Language on the way to becoming "just" more poetry in the present past post modern? Is this just poetry or is this poetry aware of being philosophy? is this an academic essay or an essay aware of Nõt being very academic? And what is the ontologocial poetic difference?

Is the reader here & then gone, here & Nõt t/here & here again? Have i lost you? Can i find the words?

This book can Nõt ever be finished. It is turning into Nõ Book with sound and images. And you are t/here reading this, but i'm not sure where you are in time and space. Can you hear me, can you see me, can you feel Nõ heart articulating? beat beat | // | heart heat | // | beat beat | // | // | // |

"For Yeats, reality and value reside ultimately in the 'world of imagination'.
He believes that it is through his imagination that the artist approaches the heart of life which beats in all men.
'If we poets are to move the people, we must reintegrate the human spirit in our imagination'"

(Bohlmann ... 'Yeats', 94)