Thursday, August 23, 2012

Friday, August 10, 2012

RWE Manifests, in 1837

Instead of the sublime and beautiful, the near, the low, the common...That, which had been negligently trodden under foot by those who were harnessing and provisioning themselves for long journeys into far countries, is suddenly found to be richer than all foreign parts. 

The literature of the poor, the feelings of the child, the philosophy of the street, the meaning of household life, are the topics of the time. It is a great stride. It is a sign, — is it not? of new vigor, when the extremities are made active, when currents of warm life run into the hands and the feet. 


I ask not for the great, the remote, the romantic...I embrace the common, I explore and sit at the feet of the familiar, the low. Give me insight into to-day, and you may have the antique and future worlds. 


What would we really know the meaning of? The meal in the firkin; the milk in the pan; the ballad in the street; the news of the boat; the glance of the eye; the form and the gait of the body; — 


show me the ultimate reason of these matters; show me the sublime presence of the highest spiritual cause lurking, as always it does lurk, in these suburbs and extremities of nature; 


let me see every trifle bristling with the polarity that ranges it...and the shop, the plough, and the ledger, referred to the like cause by which light undulates and poets sing...


the world lies no longer a dull miscellany and lumber-room...

there is no trifle; there is no puzzle...


--from Emerson's "The American Scholar" address


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Whithering

broke betoken slips

his slurred gestures
bemoan demeanor dis-

composed awningworks
repaired to the site
whence sprang
welcome adam-

antine clints-&-grykes
put on notice:

pitch-&-yaw parade,
our sluggish grey ferry
swayed, forced

perspective wanted
more play in the joints

magpie alit, we found
the sound parts, held
to / worked from
ravens along the cliff's
edge, o and sparrows

roaming the terminal