In this class, we are going to empty ourselves out and then build up new things to fill that emptiness. We are going to finally see things as they are, and that epiphany will fill us. Everybody hears the same thing when we listen to the music of the earth. It is called a dawn chorus, tying it back to Not Ideas About The Thing But The Thing Itself. Why is it that things always seem to tie back to Stevens? Do they really, or are we just drawing meanings from it? I think we could say that it is not just a coincidence, but rather that it is a poetic coincidence, a poesis.
Today's magic word is thing. Stevens is the King of Things, the Thing King (thinking). In the volume we are in right now, he is obsessed with things. This comes back to On the Nature of Things. When we are unable to sort things out we find that we want to cease all thought and find a cure of the mind. Many critics dismiss this volume, and say it's not as good as the rest.
cure (ky
r)
n.
1. Restoration of health; recovery from disease.
2. A method or course of medical treatment used to restore health.
3. An agent, such as a drug, that restores health; a remedy.
4. Something that corrects or relieves a harmful or disturbing situation: The cats proved to be a good cure for our mouse problem.
5. Ecclesiastical Spiritual charge or care, as of a priest for a congregation.
6. The office or duties of a curate.
7. The act or process of preserving a product.
v. cured, cur·ing, cures
v.tr.
1. To restore to health.
2. To effect a recovery from: cure a cold.
3. To remove or remedy (something harmful or disturbing): cure an evil.
4. To preserve (meat, for example), as by salting, smoking, or aging.
5. To prepare, preserve, or finish (a substance) by a chemical or physical process.
6. To vulcanize (rubber).
v.intr.
1. To effect a cure or recovery: a medicine that cures.
2. To be prepared, preserved, or finished by a chemical or physical process: hams curing in the smokehouse.
The primordial tree is what allowed people in heaven to talk to people on earth and so on. As long as this tree was there the world was all right. Look at as many still lives as you can between now and Friday.
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