Some lines by Wallace Stevens

 

Until the rolling heaven made them blue,
A blue beyond the rainy hyacinth.

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                                                                It must
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and may
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a woman
Combing. The poem of the act of the mind.

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Sources: “Sea Surface Full of Clouds” and “Of Modern Poetry.”

We spectators

The Tumblr is hiply nostalgic, with a layout mimicking Windows 95. Under “About me” its editor says he is nineteen years old.

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Keeping the antiquarianism consistent, he has inserted a video framed to look like a Notepad window from 1995, long before he himself was born. In spirit, however, his video is older still. The great recent artisan of its affect is probably Diane Arbus. For sixty years now, it has been she who gives us permission to look at the human in the way this image looks: in conqueror mode, taking dominion everywhere.

And now you too have looked and conquered. Arbus took her pictures, packed her gear, and departed from the field, but the great trophy of her oeuvre remains. In memory of its jealous spirit, let us leave the nineteen-year-old’s lesser name out of the coming together that has just occurred between this other image and your self. It is a consummation, after all, from which the priest who could have named its parentage has long since slipped away. Spectators now at the bedside, we laugh in the happy knowledge that our laughter can’t matter because we ourselves are neither the priest nor the groom nor the bride. Having heroically absconded, Priestess Diane’s spirit has bequeathed us the enormous reassurance of being able to think, “It’s only a movie.” We have been enabled by the spirit’s absence to believe that an image is a protective wall inscribed Memento mori on the side that faces away from us. On our side of the wall there is nothing to read and nothing to fear because there is nothing.

But to enter into consummation with the seen is to demolish the wall. The instant he becomes seen, this man who keeps his head together with a cat is vested with the power to command us to shut down Windows, step over off the wall’s no longer visible ruins, and come into his image.

 


The second video clip is from Tod Browning’s Freaks. “It took dominion everywhere” is a line from Wallace Stevens’s “Anecdote of the Jar.”