Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Origins of Wednesday cviii: Static





  I wonder, if I could reclaim
  from moments of incurable i-
  dleness, my years of sorting
  out the front from the back,
  of a freshly laundered T, to
  say nothing of locating some
  seam to tell me whether it's
  inside, out: what would I do
  with all that time, to match
  the useful recurrence of be-
  ing lost for a few unhurried
  breaths, before slamming out
  the door on some inferior a-
  genda? Would I apply myself,
  once more, to the pursuit of
  some higher understanding or
  would I content myself to be
  free?














J.M.W. Turner
Venice with The Salute
ca 1840



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