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The temple of science; the gecko in the ceiling light

….Dickens, Bleak House

 

July 16, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Strange . . . *

 

* Frank O’Hara:

June 5, 2021June 5, 2021 jonathanmorse
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B&W

May 11, 2021July 24, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Stanza 2

Vaughan, “The World”
April 19, 2021 jonathanmorse
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For best results use OKeh needles

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April 16, 2021June 11, 2023 jonathanmorse
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The enthroned

March 19, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Photography shows this:

if we can attain to becoming an image, we can attain to becoming a self — that is, an object of perception knowably independent of its perceiver. What an idol communicates is only between itself and the god that speaks to itself through it. Before the idol, we perceivers are to learn to stop knowing and only see.

March 14, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Satellite of light

March 4, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Gautier

 

Sans prendre garde à l’ouragan
Qui fouettait mes vitres fermées,
Moi, j’ai fait Émaux et Camées.

February 8, 2021 jonathanmorse
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Aid to reflection: the wordless

You thought you could know. You thought that words wouldn’t be needed between you and the sight that had entered you. You thought you could tread the green plane.

But between you and the plane was you, reflected back.

January 29, 2021 jonathanmorse
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