A Glass Darkly.

If Sexson had known we would start memorizing our poems already, he would have assigned us one ten times as long. If things were “perfect” they would never change; fruit would never ripen and things would be downright boring. Great poems of heaven and hell were written by people such as Dante, but it has been claimed that a great poem of earth has never written. Maybe that was Stevens' job.

Once again I have my own little piece of the pie in today's discussion about Orson Welles and 1Q84; just two days ago I listened to another podcast talking about the radio drama and the hysteria that had occurred surrounding it. Did you know that a radio station in South America tried to do the same thing a few years later, and the town was so scared that they rioted and burned down the radio station and the man who started it had to flee the country? Did you know that George Orwell's real name was Eric Arthur Blair?

The only way to get to a miracle is to climb Cold Mountain and notice all the things along the way that aren't miracles. But how much will you find? Is it the world that changes, or is it the way that we see the world?

The blogs are blowing us all out of the water; the longer I wait to blog the more intimidated I am. Maybe that's good, but hopefully this weekend I'll get a chance to get a gulp of air and dive in. I certainly have a lot to talk about.

Heart of Darkness is very Lucretian; it's all about illusions. The wretch's last words at the end were “The horror, the horror!” but you simply can't tell a pretty lady that. Is it possible, though, as James alluded, that what he saw was the Lucretian sublime?

You'll remember Nudity at the Capital if you think of going to Helena in the buff, but it makes me think of the Capitol in the Hunger Games – the people there were pretty crazy and I could easily see a few of them running around naked.

The first thing you try to do in your writing should be to teach people to see. Dynamic quality is a constant epiphany; you are startled moment by moment by what you see. Where the Red Fern Grows is where we learn to see new things, though the movie just made me cry.

1 Corinthians 13:12
“For now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”

Don't forget that Sexson is not a Ludite, but, he missed something in Things Merely Are - at the beginning of the chapter in which we find Stevens, Critchley admits that some of the words are his, but some are indeed Stevens'.

The reason that She sings beyond the genius of the sea is that every day She sings a new song, and nature's song is more like that of perfection.

See things.