Status Updates From Three Poems

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“..,achieving the rounded feeling almost of the forms of flesh and the light of nature, and being thus equipped for the maximum number of contingencies...” p. 113

“almost a moment of peace, of purity in which what we are meant to perceive could almost take shape in the empty air, if only there were time enough, and yet in the time it takes to perceive the dimness of its outline”

“details can too easily become fetishes...with only an idolatrous understanding of the qualities of the particular detail.” p. 67

“The truth... was like a bare room, or an alphabet, an alphabet of clemency...The words formed from it and the sentences formed from them were dry and clear, as though made of wood.” p. 55