I think it is appropriate to inaugurate this blog with a (partially found) poem. I found The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh in a used bookstore yesterday and took it as a very good omen.
But I always think that the best way
to understand timbre, touch–
to know God–is to love many things.
Like highness, lowness, time and a half, to
Love a friend, a wife, something, whatever you like,
and you will be
perfectly distant, perfectly tickled,
on the right way to knowing more,
perfectly in mind
about it. That is what I say to myself.
But one must love
grammar and patterning,
with a lofty and serious intimate sympathy,
with an editor’s eye,
with strength, with intelligence,
with memorization,
and one must always try to know deeper,
to know the highness and the lowness, the
better and more. That leads to God,
the perfectly timed and half-memorized.
That leads to unwavering faith,
perfectly touched.
So there it is. The first. More to come.
YES*
“perfectly tickled”
I like this a lot
lengthy is what we need around here. and i will fix up this page soon, we’ve been busy.
“Let man,” declared Emerson, “then learn the revelation of all nature and all thought to his heart; this, namely; that the Highest dwells with him; that the sources of nature are in his own mind.”
This is quoted in an article I just read about a new theory of the universe. time and space. conciousness. My mind is in(re)verting and I thank you for joining me here.
fuck, alisha. don’t forget me too fast. so many more interesting people will be vying for your attention, and I already feel myself lagging behind. you are so spectacular sometimes, my throat constricts.