Sunday, December 30, 2012

30 diciembre 2012

Four Times

I folded, measured, pinned, cut,
unpinned, folded, pinned, & sewed
cloth into sacks, stuffed them with foam
to make four steel-blue-gray chenille cushions:
36" x 13" x 2.5", two per bench, mouths 
open. By end of day, a thousand
or more invisible stitches,
I closed them.

when it is the writer’s unique set of fingerprints we are interested in, it will not matter what he picks up

from Oscar Wilde’s essay “The Critic as Artist” (1891):

By revealing to us the absolute mechanism of all action, and so freeing us from the self-imposed and trammelling burden of moral responsibility, the scientific principle of Heredity has become, as it were, the warrant for the contemplative life. It has shown us that we are never less free than when we try to act. . . . It is the only one of the Gods whose real name we know. . . . And so, it is not our own life that we live, but the lives of the dead, and the soul that dwells within us is no single spiritual entity, making us personal and individual created for our service, and entering into us for our joy. It is something that has dwelt in fearful places, and in ancient sepulchres has made its abode. It is sick with many maladies, and has memories of curious sins. It is wiser than we are, and its wisdom is bitter. It fills us with impossible desires, and makes us follow what we know we cannot gain. . . . [T]he imagination is the result of heredity. It is simply concentrated race-experience.

To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.

autotelic: Describes an autonomous work whose meaning is not dependent upon something external to itself, nor intending to assess a contextual reality beyond itself; not didactic.

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