"The artist seeks out the luminous detail and presents it. He does not comment."
-Ezra Pound
The artist also goes for months without writing. And then writes. And then goes for weeks without writing. And then writes. And then only days. And this is my goal: for those days without writing to seem as long as those arid months.
I have unearthed a red notebook from Oscar the papermaker, and have found this:
Faith, a twig, a string of dental floss,
a soap sud.
And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will. -Ezra Pound
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