Circles ooOO00OOoo
Tim Strzechowski
dedalus204 at attbi.com
Mon Aug 19 19:17:47 CDT 2002
I'm now going to smoke a big bowl o' bud and try to figure out what the fuck
you're saying ...
Terrance offers:
> I saw a dreary vacuity in this direction in which now I see so much; and
> a month hence, I doubt not, I shall wonder who he was that wrote so
> many continuous pages. Alas for this infirm faith, this will not
> strenuous,
> this vast ebb of a vast flow! I am God in nature; I am a weed by the
> wall.
>
[snip a lotta heavy shit, man]
> Literature is a point outside of our hodiernal circle, through which a
> new
> one may be described. The use of literature is to afford us a platform
> whence we may command a view of our present life, a purchase by
> which we may move it. We fill ourselves with ancient learning, install
> ourselves the best we can in Greek, in Punic, in Roman houses, only that
> we may wiselier see French, English, and American houses and modes
> of living. In like manner, we see literature best from the midst of wild
> nature, or from the din of affairs, or from a high religion. The field
> cannot be well seen from within the field. The astronomer must have his
> diameter of the earth's orbit as a base to find the parallax of any
> star.
>
> Therefore we value the poet. All the argument and all the wisdom is not
> in the encyclopaedia, or the treatise on metaphysics, or the Body of
> Divinity, but in the sonnet or the play.
>
> Next, Aristotle, Cowart, History as Play & Poetry
>
> "It's not easy being gray."
>
> -- Otto & German's Kermits
>
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