"Instead of silver in the cloud,
gamble on gold in the mud."
A lotus seed does not wallow but wakes, as Broughton's poetry guides us to blossom. In an interview with Jack Foley, he gardens this idea further by saying, "...I think the way to happiness is to go into the darkness of yourself. That's the place the seed is nourished, takes its roots and grows up, and becomes ultimately the plant and the flower. You can only go upward by first going downward. I've never been afraid of losing my beautiful neurosis as a source of my poetry." Our roots and branches are nourished by this elemental play of balance. I first encountered James Broughton lyrical ecstasy with "The Bard and the Harp" a true vinyl masterpiece, and later discovered his myriad films and bountiful breath. I miss "Big Joy" since his passing away on May 17th 1999, but as we so quaintly stated, "nothing is gained, nothing is lost, everything transforms." And I am sure he's on the wing with poly-HYMN-ia, "He oh He He, He is the completest jolly of a He."