William Irwin Thompson's newest book, Still Travels, is a hybrid of personal and cultural, unabashedly encyclopaedic in scope. This work, by a writer who has both diagnosed and altered the intellectual cultre of our age asks to be shelved near recognizable familial Lucretius, Dante, Charles Olson. Breaking down the boundaries between lyric, metaphysical, historical and geological ways of knowing, Still Travels is alternatively aria and spearprick, explorer's journal and heart's-heal carried alongside it in his bag.
