And if I touch aright that quiet tone, That soothing truth that shadows forth their own, Then many a year shall grow in after days And still find hearts to love my quiet lays ..
What an expedition, we always find in reading Clare, he conceives his lan- guage to afford, and dares making. Not of return, not of invasion, of dis- covery anticipated; not as an exile, or an invalid. He walks free. His verse re- ceives him, nothing brittle there. I can wish to know no better.
Common, an equation of work and wetness that persists in an unspoken projection of brute nakedness, toward they who la- bour, out of light, yet dreaded anyway, as if someday, some debt might be paid, or worse: some fact affirmed in school. One of these photos was a work of espi- onage. It had to be coherent and timely. Why is it so alive?
i Alexander McQueen men's mackintosh iii Edith Tudor-Hart Bath, Colliers' Drying Room Northumberland 1937 George Orwell The Road to Wigan Pier 1937 op. cit.
Depending on the motive, we never complain of the opportunity. It follows, that the ges- tures we admire least am- bivalently, exult in the sweetest motives. Essential reading.
We, after all, also elected a Bush more often than, for the peace of the world, we should have done. Maybe there are two societies, for whom it'd be polite, not to enact democracy.
"I occupy space," Le Corbusier remarked in a turn on Descartes, "therefore, I am." What we have contemplated as space-occupying behaviour is an inevitably re- curring matter of human thought, and as we've seen, of physics. How can we know, if we do this?
An undercurrent here, a fine excuse to re- sort to the fundamen- tals. Over time, it's become clear, where a table draws one back. Elliott Erwitt Mary & Robert Frank Valencia, 1952 Robert Frank Venice 1961 Walker Evans The Bowery, New York 1934 Valéry Lorenzo Toulouse 2012
