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 forebears: 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.